Romance,
Was our hands
Meeting at center table,
Hers on top of mine.
Then both our hands
Turned sideways,
And remained there for a time.
Clasped together in love
Then after they touched and squezzed.
Our eyes like xrays
Veiwed our souls
Then looked at hearts abeat.
Anxious and rapid
Between our longed dessert.
We yearned for many kisses missed
Before our journey begun.
By dinners end while walking,
We held each others hands.
Then fell into a hot embrace
And kissed again and again.
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Valentines Day 2010
Posted by Carlus Wilmot at 5:13 PM
Labels: New Love Poetry
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1 comments:
across the table, most intimate of details penned here, exquisite how love clasps, eliminating even the slightest chance for distance.
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