Trying to look casual, we walk into the park. The electricity between us crazy, our eyes telling it all. No words spoken, breaths shallow. Nipples stiff from excitement. And then behind an old oak, in the dark: All over eachother. Wanting it All. All at
St Valentine, high above, this is what the small birds sing, for your sake: Now welcome summer, with your warm sun, you've made the winter go away and driven away the long dark nights.
