The Night Started With a Rose…

Last night was pretty dope and I had to go into poetry mode to explain. Poetry has always been my first love so I am glad I can share with you all. Enjoy!

Hand holding under bridge Lights
Brisk walks on this Turkish Night
Briefcases are thrown

No work will be insight

Our movement in process
His hand pushes my hair from my face
Gentle kisses overcome our space
Reassuring eyes of love take hold

Romance in the air
He greets me with a rose
A Rose for a Rose
Forhead Kiss
We Adorn

Feeling Fancy in Europe
I got the baddest dude on my arm
Dinner date on deck
Romance filled with his charms
Full from the food

Yet Starving

For the sexy mood
Still holding this rose
Smelling it now and then
Feeling the freeness of the city

He whispers in my ear
Whispers of his affections
Whispers of his plans and how he wants to take me home
Check please!

He calls out to the waiter

Impatience he can’t wait until later.
Keep the change Sir
We run for a cab
Taxi!

His arm raised, below my waist is his other hand

We get in, He goes in
5 minute cab ride, We barely paid.

Struggling with the keys, we finally made it
Tossiling up the stairs
We threw our coats
Clothes flew through the air
Meanwhile is his hands float

Everything happening was right
We used our four senses no need to see
He used those others to take care of me

Sleep was not on the agenda
I guess we had other plans
Night turned in to early morning
Finally got some rest because we’re yawning

He’s gone for work, I didn’t even hear him leave
Needed the extra sleep
Last night was OD

Somethings take you there I suppose
Can you believe the night started with just a rose.

Thanks for listening