love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Sunday
His smile warms my world; his lips connect with mine, our hearts dance, souls twirl, we're entwined. Lightest of highs as I'm given lazy Sunday morning kisses as he stares into my eyes. I set my coffee down; his hands pull me in. Life is perfect now, here, kissing him.
By Felista Estep Sutherland2 years ago in Poets








