Sunday, March 29, 2015
Night Love An About Last Night poem
The night air so clear and crisp.
Cool winds blowing against my face.
The way he wraps his arms around me pulling me closer into a tight embrace.
It's so lovely the way we are.
I can't imagine being anywhere else.
How did I manage before?
I'm in deep thought, he stares into my eyes, he smiles and so do I.
No words are spoken. He knows what I'm thinking without me saying it.
I am wondering will this last forever?
My heart skips a beat and for a second I jump, startled by his kiss to my cheek.
His fingers trace the curve of my lips, my chin and my neck.
I whisper "touch me like this always" and his eyes tell me he will.