Burning the Night
Our evening together was well spent and lovingly warm.
Conversation was as comfortable as her old slipper socks.
Her touch, as she says, “Time for bed”, warms my arm.
With her connection with things ethereal, we’ve no need of clocks.
I graciously give her inequitable preparation time in the loo.
Come on now; go ahead tell me, what else a gentleman could do.
The beds are turned down and the pillows individually fluffed.
She finally emerges in a tiny teddy and future ecstasy in her eyes.
Again I consider the gentlemanly thing to do, a gentleman complies.
Having lived so long in her eyes this old boy never gets bluffed.
Somewhere in the recesses of my mind the Loveboat theme plays.
There’s no doubt it has docked in our candle lit, incensed boudoir.
She whispers something about love; I’ll demonstrate the art in so many ways.
The stars are out in multitude but that special one is never too far.
We grin like maniacs’ knowing tomorrow is Saturday, no early rising.
Burning the night, into wee hours, often lives up to the advertising.
The enjoined journey we’ll be embarking on will be a time-warping play.
Touches and tastes will know no waste; the time will be excruciatingly ample.
A kiss here and a lick there…take your time dear, consider me a free sample.
This smorgasbord of love laid out here will keep that spoiler dawn at bay.
Submitted for Love Poems ~ A Morning Love Song
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