I found you holding the roses by the bedroom window.
You were adoring the falling sun and waiting for the Autumn moon to rise.
I sat with you and I traced tender skin from soft feet to tempting breasts.
We whispered words and songs of our day,
we drank Irish coffee, heavy with whiskey and you straddle me.
Legs holding embrace strongly and gifts of long kisses.
I told you, you are so beautiful and perfect.
You whispered to my wanting ears. I love you and the sweet talk we do in the dark,
our places to carved perfect memories.