Little Oak

A squirrel scurries through the forest.
He moves here, he moves there,
Till satisfied he stills.
He looks around and then buries the seed.
An acorn foraged,
To be eaten when he has the need.

In time he forgets and a wonder occurs...
New growth is seen where he had once been.
Over time, it grows, it expands and forms a tree.

Stand proud Little Oak,
Grow bigger for all the world to see,
Your strength and undying beauty will expand and one day amaze me.
Storm clouds will hover above you,
To drench and feed your thirsty shoots.
To nurture as you spread and reach,
And stretch out your roots.

Higher and higher, your branches will span across the sky,
To bask in the radiance of sunlight, magnificent and bold
The warm rays you draw on,
The need to survive,
Bigger and bigger your shadow will cast,
As you robustly thrive.

When the winds are high and restless and you lose a branch or two,
It only makes you stronger and others in awe of you.
Now, as you grow...
A special place is formed all around.
A secluded, favourite spot and perfect rendezvous.
For as you age, you become a focal point,
Beautiful, magnificent, famous for some.
The Little Oak for lovers who covertly come.

You hold secrets in your acorns and shapely leaves,
Of lost innocence and of naughty lovers you wouldn't believe.
Couples who bed down beside you, sheltered cries and hushes.
Lost in each other's arms, whilst you protect their blushes.
Some use your strong trunk, the bark imprints on their skin.
Their noisy wild lust, too overwhelming to deny
Banging, ramming and pounding
In the heat of the summer sky.

Their moans of sweet rapture,
Are moments to treasure and capture.
Memories kept forever, as you age through time
To call back on and reminisce,
In the stillness of the night,
While the moon and stars twinkle in thought and shine on... bright.

You know of Bonny's little trysts, her sinful guilty pleasures.
Of meeting her lover,
Their stolen moments and soft tender touches.
Within her, he causes her throes of passion,
Then he takes and plunders her willing treasures.

Discarded clothes, kisses, tongues and slow caresses,
Breath-catching as their nudity impresses
Moon light shadows or sunlit flickers on writhing bodies
Till, her screams of wicked desire duly fills the air.
As does his, lustful roar without any due care.

For the truth is, shshshhh, he shouldn't even be there.
She has a husband back at home
But still ...
To the tempting Oak, she unfaithful roams.

He too has a wife, fine and fair,
Yet, wickedly he also tempts the fates,
That could cause him such trouble, strife and hates.
Their lusty desire overpowers and makes them bold,
It's just far too thrilling, if truth be told.

He mounts her and thrusts in deep.
Infidelity now complete.
Copulating under the branches of green
Shaded, hidden, their affair all unseen.
She cries out in sexed up heat.
He moans his desire as he suckles her teat.
Wet, throbbing and wanting more,
Writhing bodies, he kisses her jaw.
Flushed, she grapples and scratches his back.
Red nail marks leave their track.
Pawing her body in wanton need.
Sweating, when he stiffens and empties his seed.
Panting breaths, holding each other tight
Grinding foreheads, eyes shining bright.

Though generations have come and gone
And brought about some change
Quietly you have watched it all, yet still remain the same.

If you could write a book of all the things you've seen,
You could perhaps reveal the secret of the heart carved rings
Embedded in your bark,
The clue to who had been Bonnie's secret lover. Hark!

He had carved hearts and gilded their sinful crime,
Inside initials all but forgotten in the ticks and tocks of time.

A breeze rustles, an owl hoots, an acorned squirrel scurries by.
And time, it passes, it flies, it stills and again... hurries by.

You face each day with wonder, joy and hope,
And new lovers come to kiss and grope.
Lovers are drawn to this special place,
Known forever as ... The Little Oak.

The End.