My Passionate Lover
Although I’d seen her a few times, before;
I had never looked into her eyes;
I could feel an energy; I could not ignore;
I felt she was an angel in disguise.
I cannot be certain just how that I know;
but I sensed an energy from above;
I nervously struggled; to just say hello;
I could feel her energy of love.
Her beauty radiated from deep within;
it was well beyond skin deep;
hypnotized by her soft, alabaster skin;
a beauty that led me to weep.
She failed to notice the tears in my eyes;
while looking in another direction;
when she turned back; I saw her surprise;
not expecting my obvious affection.
She was both beautiful and young;
I was well worn, and old;
she had a light tan from the sun;
I; shivering from the cold.
Suddenly a smile warmed her face;
embarrassment turned to bliss;
wrapping arms in a warm embrace;
we shared a passionate kiss.
Our passion seemed to erase the years;
till apparently my ego had enough;
my passionate dream; turned to tears;
when, suddenly, I woke up.
Monty 10.5.25. # 3,006