"endless Passion"
The table is set, the pillows are fluffed...
Fresh fruit will be served but we won't be stuffed...
The drinks are made , the candles are lit...
All I need now is my lady to come and sit...
Fresh flowers are cut, and music fills the room...
Chords and notes of love are the curtain for our mood...
Your heart will be taken, and your soul will be brushed...
Our bodies will melt in a scene of passion with no rush...
These captured times make life such a pleasure...
I can always cherish, and a love that you can't measure...
Copyright © Michael J. Falotico | Year Posted 2010
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