Poetry

Fire

It was the wine

I believe,

That reminded me so

Of the sweet taste

Of your lips on mine.

I waited so long

For you to return,

My little

Escapade in the rain,

But a prelude...A foretelling

Of things to come.

I shivered at the sound

Of your footsteps

In the hallway

Coming ever closer,

Bringing you to me.

I stared wide eyed

At the bedroom door

Smiling as it opened ever so slowly.

You were expecting me to be here

Waiting for you,

All warm and soft and inviting.

I pulled back the covers

And invited you inside,

Next to my warm soft nakedness

Enjoying the smile

That lit up your eyes

As you saw what was waiting for you..

 


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