In Full Bloom

''That's the place'', he says
 pulling the car over to a litttle sideway.
''Nice and cozy here''.

Early spring.
The heating on
inside his car
their breaths and desire 
keeping it nice and warm.
And soothing, too

Dusk time,
beautiful, soft magenta and purple colours 
of a heart-warming sunset
dying the country sky,
to their right green sloping hills
dotted with villas or little country houses
to the left a small country road
with the occasional lights of a car
interrupting the falling darkness.

His mouth, his teeth, his breathing
so close to her ear
as he lowers himself ontο her
''my little foxy...''

She engulfs herself into his energy
enjoying the moment
rises with the familiar wave
of those love-induced, passion-lit,
spine-quivering highs of hers,
and as she is slowly coming down from her peak
she turns her head and sees it:

they are parked under a beautiful tree
in full bloom
a magnificent canopy of white flowers
hovering over the car
white cascades of (plum?) blossoms
framing the windows all around them
like a joyous statement
punctuating their lovemaking

His breathing still in her neck
his body lightly draped over hers
and the stars already visible
through the branches of that gorgeous tree
ladden with white, white blossoms

'I love being a country girl'', she reminds herself