Our candles are lit.
The moment sticks,
With every inch covered in rose petals.
Our room, a sacred haven of our love,
Radiates strawberry-vanilla scents.
Smells, it smells like him, his perfect cologne.
I close my eyes and wait by the phone.
But he's home.
I see his lights beam through the windows,
Off the walls and back at me.
I see his smile as I run to the door.
There he is, my beloved Amor.
I'm wearing his work shirt,
Buttoned up like a dress on me.
He wraps his arms around my waist,
Leaving but little space from what I see.
He tells me he's home,
And I smile, "I know."
He says,
"The candles are lit, our moment's here,
Whisper that sweet voice in my ear.
Take me to our room,
Our sweet haven of love.
I'm dying to know what you're thinking of."
So I close my eyes and I wait for his kiss.
But he's already left my lingering lips.
I chase after him into our sweet haven.
I see his smile as I reach the door.
There he is, my charming Amor.
February 11, 2013
