Summer Love Poem by Paul Warren

We met in the afternoon
On a bright summer's day
Secretly at her apartment
Anticipation meant our love
Wouldn't still my racing heart
Finally together no longer apart

My first touch was caressing as
I ran my hand down her naked back
It made her shiver with such delight
As she rested her head on my shoulder
And we made love to our favourite songs
Consuming each other in our ecstasy

There were no more secrets between us
And being together forever would not be too long.

© Paul Warren Poetry