Love Finding Its Groove on a Lazy Sunday Night
Poem
Let's turn off the devices, flick on the little string of lights, strike a match and get those candles burning
Get out the records babe, pick one and let's put it on the record player, get that good sound rollin' with its static-scratch singing all across the room
I'll be standing there, my hand out with that favorite grin of yours, waiting for you to twirl to me
Whatcha say darlin? Let's keep the main lights off, the room painted in the romance of candle lights, that favorite smile of mine, and the promise of a little love in our little moment
Meet me in the living room, let's make this lazy Sunday something special with a needle on some vinyl and that scratchy sound of good music getting warmed up
I've got some blankets and a few fluffy pillows ready to pile up on the floor, so when we're done dancing we can cuddle up close with your favorite glass of wine
Just a little of you with your head on my chest, and a little of me kissing you gently, swaying to our favorite songs, dancing with the candlelight and the warm amber glow painting the room with a little romance, falling on those pillows, all cuddled up when we've danced all over the room
Let's kiss till the record needs changing, and then keep on kissing anyway, we'll make our own music with the sound of butterfly wings fluttering and heartbeats skipping
Scoot in close babe, let's cuddle up in between dancing and chat quietly in between little smiles you give and grins I give back, letting the candles burn low, painting a little romance across the room
I'll trace my fingers down your arm, finding the sweet songs of our heartbeats singing together like a needle on vinyl
Let's kiss and make our own music, our lips dancing to the soft sound of little laughs and quiet whispers, butterfly wings fluttering and skipped heartbeats
My hands gently caressing your face, your smile causing my smile, and that look you're giving me that says so much and all the feels, you know I'm going to lean back in and kiss you again
I'll run my fingers down your arms like a needle finding its groove on a good record, tracing little shivers, making music for your heart to sing to mine and my heart to sing back
My heart will have its hand out to yours, ready for your heart to twirl to mine, just a little dance tucked in between the butterflies and heartbeats
Little touches, a quiet caressing of your face, me gently touching your lips before I lean in and kiss you softly, that look you give when I do that says so much and all the feels, and the look I give back, let's paint the room with a little romance
Hey babe, let's turn off the gadgets and run a string of lights across the ceiling, strike a match, and light a candle, let's add a little love to this cozy, quiet, lazy Sunday
About the Creator
Gregory D. Welch
Kentucky poet & scribbler. Inspiring creatives to live a creative lifestyle. Creating with courage, passion, & purpose-fueled growth. Progress over perfection.
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