Southern Sunday Poem by Joe Howell

Southern Sunday



Light green eyes that light up with a smile
Husky voice, that speaks soft -
sensual massage the neck and shoulders
listening to soft music
kissing from the soul
holding you in my arms
looking into your eyes
whispering your name upon the sky
taking you in the rain
being next to you for the sunrise
making coffee
washing dishes
making the bed
messing it up again
walking hand in hand
sitting next to a brook
picnic lunch
wine & cheese
country roads
starlit sky
falling asleep in your arms
whispering Secrets
making love with the lights on.

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