Chance meetings

His feelings gave away
His body filled with intent
His mind in a torrent of desire
At the sight of his amorous one
She willed, as he did
And the arrival of him into her circle was swift
Yet gentle
Was the instance a pure mix
Of just flesh as most seem to state
In their foolish prejudiced minds
Was not
As she watched the sky turn from a deep grey to gentle orange
She could hear the birds
And there they were in a mix of flesh and feel
In alternatives of swift and meandering
As his very essence mixed with hers
She held him closer than ever
Smiled in the best one ever
Whispering of being a woman to a man
Both had hardly met
And this was the first meeting
Both walked together and kissed then parted
Promising to treasure the day forever