xLx's blog: "A Few Years Naive"

I wish I were a few years naive,

living in disillusionment

wherein romance never died.

Where playful romps

in satin sheets

stayed young, while

tickle wars

and late night passions

conquered worn carpet.

Each morning a fresh

smile, mischievous eyes

and strong libido

would follow our kisses.

And with every shower,

your hands would pronounce

me beautiful beneath the suds

as I drew road maps

over your familiar landscape,

stopping to smile

and vacation

in my favorite dips and angles.

The wallpaper would peel

into comfortable smiles,

guarding over

as I'd cook your eggs soft-scrambled,

only browning them a bit

when your hands slink and distract.

I'd never lack for kisses

or conversation, and

every evening I'd wear

your arms around me

to melt away the world.

We'd never tire, no,

but when we did

we'd snuggle and snooze,

limbs entwined and lips

inches apart.

The bookshelves and boudoir

would envy us

our lack of dust

and I'd never walk out the door

without telling you

"I love you."