Poetry

The Little Things

written by: Tigressarah

Soft petals and silky sheets,

Skin against skin creates the heat.

A huge bed to play on,

And make love till night is gone.

Making love at high noon,

Or whispered endearments under the moon.

A flower brought home just because,

These are the little things I dream of.

Candles lit and bubble bath drawn,

Or snuggling together to watch the dawn.

The naughty twinkle in his eye,

Says so much,and makes me smile.

Oh to have the elusive romance,

To brighten life's dull,daily dance.

These small things, a big part of love

These are the little things I dream of.