Forest Fruits…

In the depths where roots grow and take a hold on your feet, there was a fantasy of the forest named miss Lonnie McDeed,

She oozed with desire and came looking for that burning fire, she had a loving waltz that spread, and gazed upon with pleasure,

The birth of the rain took her to a turquoise merry-go-round and she made her home with blissful human nature she found,

Her name was miss Lonnie McDeed in loves air, her heart would beat to the feel of forest fruits,

She would dance under the trees and sing to the moon as lovers would seduce and freely peruse,

Stardust shining in the honey dew wind she keeps her breathing soul deep within,

With her beautiful wickedness she is flowing through exquisite rippling streams,

This fantasy woman, miss Lonnie McDeed lights me up like fireflies when free,

She sprinkles droplets of magic like she knows where my heart is,

She speers my beating life as I smell the rain before dawn breaks,

The beam of her sunlight shines through the sand stone rocks, and breaks the days breath,

She's ready to invite me into her succulent breast, and let me taste her forest fruits,

With a purple haze thrust upon natures stage, she makes me dream of waterfall fairy tales,

The freshly running water bounces down to the bottom of my heart, she gives me no time to waste,

Miss Lonnie McDeed she would float around the whispering animal kingdom, with words of fluorescent beauty,

Miss Lonnie McDeed, she would quench my thirst with these heavenly creatures, that burst from fruitful humanity,

This enchanted forest has such grace, it lives another life of a stunning swan dive,

Within the leaves, stories are spoken of two lovers, for each other willing to die,

The branches intertwine their loves bond, Miss Lonnie McDeed was never a bride.

She was bestowed fruits of the forest,

For she wasn't any ordinary woman,

Her love was my Mozart or Beethoven,

Miss Lonnie McDeed, set me free,

With her fruits, from the magic tree...