Flowers delivered to my door
shades of purple and pinks
Nice blend like us
Champagne and candlelit dinners
breakfast when we wake
I could get use to this you think?
Love making, sends me
in that aura of estacy
making me forget where I am
for a while
orgasmic palpatations
leaving me drained
when I catch my breath
I stilldesire more and more
Hands touch me everywhere
eyes that stare,
they captivate me
in the darkness of the room
I could get used to this
I really can
when I think our charade is over
you tickle me
I do alittle dance
a little grind
like we are sewn together
hating that we have to snap
back into reality
I could get use to this
kind of romance
I really can!
Written by, Adrienne C. Strachn
2/23/2011
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem