the table was set, a dinner for two,
the candles threw out deep shadows of grey
across pastel walls, like children at play.
The fragrance of jasmine that floats on the air
I turn at a sound, see you standing there,
embraced in your arms, our first sensual kiss,
a droplet of time, a splash of pure bliss.
The meal is unhurried we set our own pace,
the flicker of flames that soften your face,
the stress of the day, now melts like the wax,
a time to unwind, it's the time to relax.
We both feel replete, contented and fine,
our glasses are filled, the last of the wine,
now fingertips touch with faces aglow
Plates on the table are left where they lay
candles still flicker, the end of the day.










































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