Sound Of Promise In The Air Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

There's something about a good looking man on a summer
evening, standing before me tempting and alluring all
desires within to be quenched by him.

Loving the sound of promise hanging in the air, enticing
with rhythms of his heart beating against mine, touching
the essence of our two souls.

An unconditional love between us, allowing the world to
disappear while physically lying in bed together, totally
consummating this gift from above.

Taking us to heaven, fireworks exploding, living at last
in one another's hearts and arms, free to love each other
forever and ever.