Garden of Bliss
(c) March 23, 2010 All rights reserved
He has the softest shoulder length brown curls, the sweetest voice,
plays a melodic guitar that carries me away into a hypnotic trance.
He has a way of teasing me with his seductive glance.
Is it any wonder I’ve been lured into this dream-like romance?
It seems I’ve waited an eternity for him to cross my path.
He see’s right through me, mesmerizing me hauntingly.
Every inch of me wants to give in to him completely.
I have to pinch myself to see if this is real.
Overwhelmed by his beauty; inside and out
I willingly fall into his arms endearingly.
The warmth of his touch makes my cheeks blush like a schoolgirl having her first crush.
I feel the gentleness of his petal soft lips against my skin and feel the heat rush throughout me as my body becomes his canvas and his kisses the paintbrush.
Wanting this moment to never end as I transcend into another state of consciousness because he is my Godsend; secretly, I thank my heart for having patience.
The patience to not rush and once again settle for less, the patience to hold out for him; the one whom I was meant to spend …. a lifetime
wrapped up in his arms in this garden of bliss.
