A Lover’s Draft
Wet oral parts greet foreheads, instead of the creases that come from tight eye brows, frowns, worry or sadness.
Kisses overweight, sporting love handles like grab this,
Smooches pop like 1st down wrist snaps during Super Bowl madness.
Romance for the sheiks, tongues wrap around each other like constrictor snakes,
Your face wears mine like Mac cosmetics…
PYT, D-I-Y, love opens regions no superstition,
Not just jean zippers, its the truth; True Religion!
Hands were meant to be held, roses were meant for you…
And love letters,
And park walks,
And movie nights accompanied by dinner, cuddles and dim lights
accompanied by moscato, blankets and thumb fights.
Followed by me making breakfast, you making faces enjoying the bacon,
toasts, eggs, waffles, fruit and butter bring Simply joy flavored orange like the juices,
Pulp-free or with, makes no difference to the next kiss,
True love draws True Blood and that embeds this:
Laying in the bed again, sheets doing the dress code, battle cries dumbed down to grunts and groans,
Your heels from Bakers playing audience to the repetitious tones.
Amen they’re tone deaf, but not the neighbors!
Are they even home yet?
We’re all adults, so love doesn’t need a cloak, a hoodie or trench coat, unless its a surprise and you’re Sir’s prize…
P.S. – “At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet” – Plato