Blushing cheeks, pale pink light,
A candlelit dinner under the moon at night.
The rich red roses handed by your lover,
Glass in one hand, theirs in the other.
Flash of passion, touch of lust,
Trailing hands like trailing dust.
Parted lips, breathless sigh,
Few questions to ask why.
Electric pulsing under their hand,
Other emotions weak and bland.
A spark, a gasp,
Their breath in a rasp.
Morning sun and both awake,
Calm and gentle, rippling lake.
Thoughts of the night before so bright,
A smirk and a giggle, effortless and light.
Pancakes, fruit, sunny rays,
Love will last for days.
Not just passion, not just heat,
Memories of when you did meet.
A small gentle smile,
Sticks there for a while.
Lovely embrace, love wins,
Lovely things.
