Nights Of Passion Poem by Jacqueline Louw

How it began i cant remember
soft music and candles
sweet aroma of lavender

Was it the way you kissed me softly, gently in the neck
or they way you lied down so i could scratch your back

nights so full of love
so pure, pure white, white as a dove

My heart is beating faster and faster
of that my love you are the master

Tingles all over and so we became one
U and me my love
thats how it should be without a question
thats OUR time our nights or passion