Memoirs

Chilled, lime driven, Sauvignon Blanc

Carefully poured down through Solar’s Stars

Along with night’s music, which we’d thank

For serenading its flavour with strumming guitars

 

Slipping her red lips warmly close to my soul

She sweeping me into a steamy tide of romance

With each sipping from a long-stemmed narrow bowl

We eased into warm night’s, slow dreamy trance

 

As starlight danced pon tips of wind teased waves

With a silvered sea caressing a soft sandy shore

To star night’s music and wine, we were slaves

Asking nothing other than our symphony of amour

 

When I woke in the morning, she’d left a red rose

And a note saying she’d return with night’s stars

When, upon the soft of evening, we would foreclose

To create more exotic, night time memoirs

 

 

Reviews

[Thomas W Case]

You paint this scene well and make it come to life Very well crafted.

[Dave Brown]

Thankyou Thomas
Always appreciate your visits
Have a good day

[Poetic Beauty]

Sharing a moment at night amongst the onyx background with glittering nocturnal sphere. Sipping wine and connecting with each other soul to soul.

Sounds like a relaxing and beautiful time spent with someone making memories that last and holding you breath until the next encounter

[Dave Brown]

starlight, music and wine
Hard to beat
have a jolly day PB

[Poetic Beauty]

I don’t know that you could beat an evening like that