Sunday, May 16, 2010

Wine and Rose Petals

"Wine and Rose Petals."

The bath water is running I have the oil lamp
burning with a Lavender scent in the air.
The wine is chilling in a bucket of ice and I'm
placing rose petals on a trail and everywhere.
Tonight is a special night as they all are since we
were introduced by Yah and I fell in Love with you.
Romance is our recipe for happiness so all things
that lead us to intimate moments we do.
From the heart we leave each other Love notes
and imply what we will do erotically.
Our lives are a gift to each other and we spend
our every moment pleasing each other passionately.
The kisses that are our morning breakfast treat
and the hugs that send us on to our day.
With calls and texts that express the Love we
feel and we show it in our actions without delay.
We celebrate the blessing we've found in each
other and praise our Father continually.
Because when we look into each other's eyes it
is a true miracle of the Father's Love we see.
Tonight we'll have Salmon and a salad with
spinach as a vegetable and each other for dessert.
Your lips will be coated in chocolate and the
taste will be enjoyed as my tongue I insert.
Wine and Rose petals music by Luther as Papa
is doing Mellow Moments again back at night.
Here we are in the tub standing bathing you as
you bathe me with a kiss or two holding you tight.
Romance starts in the mind and it's a mindset as
well as a spirit that you must nurture constantly.
Saying the sweetest words with sensitivity or words
that are written with drawn hearts of poetry.
Wine and Rose petals and Neo is singing the candles
are our only light that we will need.
Tonight we will use our lips our arms and all of our
body parts because our passions we're here to feed.
As we enter the bedroom there are more rose petals
on the bed as you lay down on your stomach for me.
The wine bottle is empty and we're in the perfect
position for a full night of Love and intimacy.

Shalom,
shelly david wright, poet
healingheartspoetry@yahoo.com

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