In tranquil bliss the thick atmosphere enshrouds us in a warm blanket of solitude A rich scent of changing tides and the sound of rolling seas intensify the dense fogbank that flows like a majestic waterfall down the mountainside Sunday morning coffee on the terrace Soft kisses Shared laughs as we tax our sleepy minds trying to solve an anagram The moment comes to a crashing halt
The time We’ll be late
The mad rush to get ready I win the race Writing these thoughts instead of pacing about and prompting you to hurry C'mon how long does it take Hurry, C'mon
Ah, there you are... you look ravishing...let’s go...
A precious view into a loving relationship, Edwin. This is lovely. I can see clearly all the way to your heart.
Love,
CJ
Reviewed by Vesna Perkovic (Reader)
Reviewed on September 3, 2006
spot on!
delightful piece..
Vesna:)
Reviewed by Miss Pandora (Reader)
Reviewed on September 1, 2006
I love the change of pace within this write - balmy, relaxing moments interrupted by the urgency of a world that won't wait! Great! Hell, is that the time?....LOL. Panda :)
The reality of Sunday mornings is captured here and the worth the wait syndrome that all men must adapt to especially when in love with beautiful women.
Share
Print
Save
Follow
Love,
CJ
delightful piece..
Vesna:)
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
Fee