A Beautiful Date Poem by mark anthony st. rose

It felt like eternity was lodged in that moment:
in every expression; in every smile; in every touch.
It seemed as though the whole world stopped,
or…. all else was just a dim noise in the background,
and IT WAS ONLY HER;
her poise in my betaken gaze.
She wore a skin of glowing white, pink smooth lips, and golden hair.

Although I briefly knew her-
I wanted to please her, I wanted to kiss her, I wanted to touch her,
and I wanted to make sweet passionate love to her.-
Compelled, I then held her hand and watched her soothing smile:
it was silk soft like satin innocence.

Finally, I got the courage to kiss her,
and she to my heart’s glee reciprocated.
And I spiraled far into the wonderful abyss of the moment,
lost in kisses’ eternity:
lost further in the caress of her soft breasts,
whilst thinking this a wonderful dream.
It really seemed like a surreal dream
of heaven and she was my beloved,
haloed white angel:
Amanda.