a poem by Pradeep S

Tender mango leaves swayed
above our heads as we stood,
our fingers entwined
your breath caressing my ear
inhaling in the smell of hay
that still lingered on your hair.
The waves lapped on our feet
as I buried my face
on your heaving bosom.
A playful breeze rustled the leaves
I gently fondled your fullness,
the heat of summer
simmering in my loins.