A hand touches the small of my back.
By your gentle touch I know it is you.
You turn me around, caress my cheek.
Strong arms fold me in.
Drawing me closer still,
With a wry smile, I gladly submit to you.
The sun sits high in the sky.
A warm breeze flows through the open window.
Jasmine, honeysuckle and gardenia,
along with unconditional love,
enduring faithfulness,
and everlasting hope drift in.
Rose Falcone
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/noon-time-love/
