Shoebox Love

I know Love and adoration I remember their scent ......so well Stored in a shoebox on top of my aged wardrobe Wrapped in reminiscent bright pink tissue Origami of the mind Occasionally I climb Reach and tug At the scarlet silk ribbon that surrounds it Tip toeing through diligent daisies Open the storage to all I secretly treasure And Smell the memorable scent of our anticipation Regard the look of adoration Feel the touch of passion stroke the thighs of my wishful mind Hear the sighs of whimsical, after thoughts And I am back in your arms as your most prized possession At the moment just after The Oh so precious moment before