Holding hands through the wildflowers
Laying in the field, kissing away the hours
Oh, the sun is
Dawning
They are truly blessed
To partake in this fantasy

As dragons weave in flights of fancy
Across the blue sky, lovers can see
Oh, the sun is
Rising
So very real
This wondrous world they live in

Tender bodies grappling in the wildgrass
Each thrust guided by firm hands upon ass
Oh, the sun is
Shining
Suckling at breast
In unparalled extasy

As dragons spiral in endless flights
High above their heads like fantastic kites
Oh, the sun is
Shining
As lovers feel
Warmth upon naked skin

Young maidens taste honey drizzled lips
Of fair haired mounds between trembling hips
Oh, the sun is
Going down
In the west
Disappearing into the sea

Dragons melting into the glowing horizon
Unable to keep squinting eyes open
Oh, the sun is
Falling
Moaning turns to squeal
Delights of passion to revel in

Sisters having wandered off to roam
Shouts from the valley calling them back home
Oh, the sun is
Coming
Out again tomorrow
And dragons will surely soar again