Goddess Of The Falls

Under the waterfall.

You lead me down,
The path of the sun,
Where time rolls past,
The place it'd begun,

Dew collects the mist,
Resting on pine's bough,
Lazing into the spring,
We stand above now,

Upon the glistening rock,
Spray washes over your chin,
For nude we begin to trek,
Though clothed we did begin,

Amber sun kisses your cheeks,
As roses paint your smile,
And you lie me beside the pool,
To hold eternity awhile,

Cool fingers caressing toes,
And your warm lips press mine,
The water's rhythm soothing hunger,
As on it's beads you dine,

Call I to you to join my lips,
At a table set to please,
For gods have broken into time,
Over desserts such as these.