A Sense of Romance
Sound Sight Smell Touch Taste
I hear the slam of a distant door
Then a tapping of heels
on a marbled floor
syncopates with my lonely heart
‘til our beats merge together and join.
*
My head turns instinctively
searching
as you move towards me
like a river of velvet
washing over my soul.
*
Finding my breath,
I succumb to your heat -
flowery and sweet
your French perfumed skin
smells of angelic dust.
*
We reach for each other
Like closing the covers
of a Mills and Boon novel -
Tightening our grasp
In a passionate embrace.
*
Lips upon lips
we feast on our love,
as our tangled tongues
swirl around like dancers
in love.
About the Creator
Simon Aylward
Undiscovered Irish Playwright and Poet - Seeker of eternal youth - Wannabe time traveller and believer in spiritual energies - Too many books to read, not enough time!
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