Meadow of Sin
She was my guide
She imprinted my mind
She showed me the thrill
Of making love in the hills
Just like a dream
In a storm of sin
By the stream
In tall grass
Of a green meadow
As the rain falls
On bare skin
As the wind blows
The kind of thrill
My soul could feel
The kind of thrill
Every man should know
With a woman… Who is too hot to hold
The kind of thrill
That stays in a man’s mind
Until it all turns
Into… Lost time
I wonder if
Someday the dust of lust
Will blow in the wind
To take me back to
The meadow of sin…
To feel the rain
On skin again
I wonder if… Sin can begin
After the end
I wonder if… The thrill
In my imprinted mind
Will chase me
Through the depth of time
Truthful Lies
Texas Style Songwriter And Storyteller Poetry.
© Paul H. Keeler… A Cosmic Cowboy
A Cosmic Cowboy 