A few wines, I had to drink,
With, thoughts unfocus, unable to think,
It was, one of those times,
Where nothing, seem to rhyme.
As, I tried to describe,
The morning sunlight,
That, softly caressed, my face,
My thoughts, were out of place.
So warm, was the touch, of your body,
Neath, the cool, satin sheets,
As I, was savoring, your body's heat,
This, is our love, a heavenly treat.
Your beautiful eyes,
Opened, to my most sensuous reactions,
Reflecting, a love,
Without any sanctions.
The sweet taste, of your lips,
In, the morning sunshine,
As I, kissed them heavenly,
Were forever divine.
Our souls, deeply in search,
Of, moments, we often shared,
Furiously, conquered, each other,
Into the oblivious, we often dared.
By: William Bonilla.....