THE WRITE PILL TO LOVE

NOVEMBER 2ND

The blush painted my face
Has he held my hand
In the palm of his.
We got into the floor,
Attracting the many eyes
That GLARE,

BUT MY BABY DIDN'T SEEM TO CARE.

The firm grip around
My waist,a gentle
yet passive hold,
Steadying my hips,drawing
Me closer,
Our bodies entwined to
Mold.
The strict movement of his feet,
A slow and sensual sway,
As the ballads rhythm
Dictates the pace,
Our love on full display.

His Browness,
A deep rich shade,like chocolate
Or warm earth,
A seductive smile plays on his lips,
A perfectly soft,
Inviting birth.
His eyes,a holocaust to his soul,
A deep and endless sea,
Reflecting the love
We share,
A connection meant to be.

Droplets of sweat
Streaming down his frown,
Coax my ear to lean in,
To hear him whisper low and loud,
Sweet nothings that only
I can hear.
A secret language that only our love can clear.

THE SHARPNESS IN THEIR GLARE,
BUT MY BABY DIDN'T SEEM
TO CARE.

Has he lowered his head
On my shoulder and
Mine on his,the hot breeze that
Blew flushed my cheeks
Deep red
THEN

My baby turned me around,
Back facing front
And we danced until the
Outstretched twirl and
There he was down on 1 knee
With diamonds that
Weren't rich,
Yet blinding me.
The most beautiful ring ,
I've ever seen.

The tears flowed as I said
Yes........
I felt heat,softness and meaning
Touch my lips,

HE HELD ME CLOSE TO PROPOSE.