Wining And Dining Poem by Amanda Lukas

Dinner and a movie sounds devine,
although I'm not the type that needs to be wined and dined,
I'm happy hiking with you for miles.
Just being lost in the woods with you - being lost in your smile.
Imagining a day in your arms is imagining perfection
and the end of the day leads my mind in one direction -
to find that comfortable niche, my head resting on your neck
and an arm draped across your chest.

Whatever it is you want to do
makes no difference to me because, when I am with you,
I am exactly where I want to be.
You need not try to impress me.
Just hold me, have me, keep me.