This is such a sweet piece of love. I like secrets in the warmth and the shade of summer. You must enjoy the seasons true to heart, you express your feelings for the weather thoroughly.
You are such a romantic soul. This captures the essence of love without needing to involve the naughty bits or grueling, grinding sexual details. This is a class act, and so are you, Robin. Peace, Amy http://sharplittlepencil.com/2012/07/18/life-without-limits-sun-scribs-3ww/
Oh, love this. So simple but so evocative.
ReplyDeleteFinding heaven is good..secret heaven..even better..jae
ReplyDeleteageless and beautifully captured the stolen kisses
ReplyDeletesounds like a first love, with stolen moments. Beautifully put.
ReplyDeleteMade me feel like a teen again, hiding out with 'loved' one....There is nothing like a first kiss....
ReplyDeleteVery sensual ..lucky pair too :)
ReplyDeleteSensual piece.
ReplyDeleteSensual.
ReplyDeleteSummer love. So innocent and yet so sensual.
ReplyDeletelovely memory...
ReplyDeleteI love the simplicity of this. There's a certain innocence too, that I think we lose as we get older. Summer love is a magical thing.
ReplyDeleteWe both went for simple this week. In your case it works beautifully. Funny we both wrote of tangled leaves - something in the genes I suppose.
ReplyDeleteSo wistfully sweet...made me want to stay tangled in the words.
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by my blog.
~Paula
This is such a sweet piece of love. I like secrets in the warmth and the shade of summer. You must enjoy the seasons true to heart, you express your feelings for the weather thoroughly.
ReplyDeleteYou are such a romantic soul. This captures the essence of love without needing to involve the naughty bits or grueling, grinding sexual details. This is a class act, and so are you, Robin. Peace, Amy
ReplyDeletehttp://sharplittlepencil.com/2012/07/18/life-without-limits-sun-scribs-3ww/
Simple and very sweet.
ReplyDeleteloved this! beautiful :)
ReplyDeletebeautiful trio of haikus making a wonderfully warm poem. Annette @ hoofprints
ReplyDeleteoh my gosh, old egg! your poem is so beautifully romantic.
ReplyDeleteA secret heaven can't be stolen unless its forgotten.
ReplyDeleteHot.
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