On This Cold Spring Day in March

"On This Cold Spring Day in March."

On this cold Spring day in March I'm wrapped
in a blanket spooning with my honey so tight.
Our pajamas somehow came off of our bodies
some time in the middle of the night.
Now we're cold because the temperature dropped
but it's a reason to snuggle and enjoy the body heat.
I'm in bed with my Hershey Chocolate honey dipped
sweetheart who is the definition of sweet.
On this cold Spring day the last day of March and
I'm laying next to my honey who is enjoying dream 69.
All courtesy of the bottle we opened last night while
playing a video game in bed we had some wine.
We had some vegetarian pizza earlier and watched
a movie then we showered and put our pajamas on.
Now we're awake and it's cold on this last day of
March 2011 and our pajamas are now gone.
Maybe it was the wine and we got hot last night
or we had a session of passionate intimacy.
Whatever happened we're wrapped in a blanket
and each other I'm enjoying the softness of her body.
On this cold spring day in March no Sun is shining
it's overcast and the weather lady says it's nice.
I'm holding the most precious person I've ever known
I wouldn't get out this warm bed and leave her at any price.
On this cold spring day in March I have all that I need
in one place body heat my wife and my remote too.
When we get tired of the bed we'll get up and shower but
not before some kissing, hugging and something else we do.
On this last day of March and it's cold I'm snuggling up
and she turns over wearing only a smile.
Good morning she says and I'm hungry and I say me too
and have been for awhile.
I've been waiting for you to wake up and now we can
shower together and get dressed then I'll go cook.
Tony the Tiger is what I can cook the best so I go to
the cabinet and for the cereal I look.
On this last day of March I'm now in the shower with
my honey kissing her so passionately as I wash her back also.
You know it's time for us to enjoy the rest of the day
before we both get too passionate and back to bed we go.

Shalom
shelly david wright, poet
healingheartspoetry@yahoo.com