We wake up slowly,
shaded by romance.
she looks like a film,
that I am lucky to attend.
I look at her softly,
My hands warmth as touch,
And like a masseuse without training
I trace her neck line crest.
Her eyes catch mine for a moment
And in them I hear acceptance,
Two of a kind
Or one and one
We make a pair together.
Nothing new or special,
Or out of the ordinary.
And I’m sure I forgot the moment
As quickly as it came.
To wake up slowly,
Next to beauty
Is now much harder
To forget.
Copyright (c) David DeSantis
David DeSantis
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