Billing and cooing,
vows seemingly renewing
On a park bench, hearts dance
enthralled in a beautiful romance.
Fly with me to heaven,
oh my, your curfew is past, it's a quarter after eleven.
Listening to the love songs you recite,
this is so comfy, I could sit with you all night.
A feather touch
with this kiss, let's go dutch.
"Can we go someplace quiet, away from this group"
He snatches her up with one fast swoop.
Perfume and lace,
a sly smile upon her pretty face ~
a collaboration by:looneyeclipse & poet2angels
Honorable mention
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