Morning After Poem by Samanthia Moore

My lover lets elope here and enjoy a night of passion.
It all began with a glass of wine
The fireplace is lit.
And the tension arises.
I can taste the strawberries after every kiss.
Let our love unfold.
And let our bodies intertwind.
And never unwind.
Lets share our love untill the sunset.
My lover.
Tis the morning after.
I feel the cool breeze brushing against my brown skin.
Our fun is now an end.
Till we meet again.
Hopefully we can have this once again.