The Streets of England

You asked if you could hold my hand
As we walk the streets of England
To feel your fingers through mine
The pure thought so intensely divine

So romantic and magical it would be
Walking hand in hand you and me
The thought is electrifying
My love heat is intensifying

You asked if you made me tingle
Yes always so let the juices mingle
And after our walk in England
After the trembling hand in hand

To our bed chamber we shall retire
Fulfilling every dream and desire
Coming together as one
Ending together when done

Feeling our heartbeats
Feeling you feeling me
Breathing, gasping
Wanting, pleading

Then we shall walk the streets of England
Together hand in hand
Fingers entwined like our bodies
Caressing, stroking, fondling

Causing the tingling to rekindle
Within my loins where our juices mingled
From our walk hand in hand
Along the streets of England

By Rita Kay Webb