Penne noodles, pesto, peas, and garlic bread,
My new favorite dish, not of food but of memories,
Can Cloud Nine really be across town?
The guardians of the gate leave and I have an angel to myself,
Mood lighting, champagne glasses, and you all set the tone,
I am at ease.
A brush of the lips, so tender, so soft, so subtle yet enticing,
The nape caressed and well dressed,
Poetry in liquid motion, my aqueous disposition set right,
Submission and surrender are complete.
Time stands aside, no calendar can dictate me,
Another world occupied.
