Love

Here's one I wrote in about five minutes, I most likely have to go over it a few more times and spice it up...

In darkenss

our love is a blossoming

white rose

 

In darkness

Your eloquent lips touch

Softly on my skin

 

In darkness

My mind proliferates

Subtle sweet thoughts

 

In darkness

It's a pleasureable sense

Your lovely scent

 

I lost myself in your wonderment

And I never want to leave

Reviews

[The Bard of Antioch]

God love your stuff!

[Mark D. Chevalier]

I'm glad I get to be the first to review this. There is a feeling here that I can't quite explain. And perhaps it's from the way you phrased the poem, but it brings me back to feelings of comfort and warmth. The security of sharing a moment with a loved one, and a time when there is nothing else that matters in the world outside. Very nicely done!
M