Her. . .
Her eyes, her smile,
Highlighted sensually in the hue of the moon.
The stars up in the sky
Hover over us,
As we walk along, hand in hand,
Along the shore.
Her face, her body,
Wondrous musings of rhythmical tune
Strolling along with me
Under the sparkling dots so high,
Makes me glad that I'm a man
And fills my empty core.
Her feelings, her emotions,
Blend with mine and tenderly unite,
Forming a bond of mental senses
Flooding each other's thoughts
That will soon culminate behind
The closed doors where we lay our heads.
Her beauty, her aura,
Permeates the air of delicate twilight
Where I touch her soft skin
In preparation for love sought
Passionately and perfectly designed
For our awaiting empty bed.
Her delicateness, her caring
Brought forth as we enter the chamber
Of physical aspirations exerted
Together as we share the bond
That two lovers
Can only exude.
Her love, her meaning
The exotic way God made her
Just for me to show
How I feel above and beyond
That there will never be no other
Her life, her heart,
Belongs to not only me,
But to us, and will live on forever,
Every single moment of everyday of every year
Until my final breath says,
"Thanks for being my one and only."