Outing

We walked in to the forest Our hearts heaving with sighs; Creepers got entangled in our feet To stop us from riding highs; Our passions lost ways and carried Us to a land unknown, unexplored; It was all sweat and swollen breaths And feared for what has been stored; We were drunk- the hemlock of love And locked thighs not to miss each other; Our names were engraved in silence On the petals of a wild flower; Old leaves stuck to our backs Held the juice of love wetting the mud; Shameless sun shied away into a shed As into abyss of lust we fell with a thud; Riding high we roamed the land Where love and lust ruled and grew; Under the canopy of leaves and fronds We often met and found love anew.