We don’t need the ocean’s waves to sing to us
Don’t need warm beach sand between our toes
I’m sure we’ll get by without a starry sky
We’ll imagine salt air in the winds that blow
We don’t need to eat the cuisine of gay Paris
Hamburgers and fries is good enough for me
Don’t need satin sheets and silk pyjamas
I like the feel of just your velvet bare skin
If you’ll hold me tight and let me hold you
Our magic memories will now begin…
Love Tinka
Ch'erie the desolate
Susan
Present; future; past ... love encompasses all .. compliments of actual experience! May every day be a memory in the making!
Gorgeous poem Feeeee!!
Love, Suzie :-S
Wow!!
Just beautiful Fee.
Susan