Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Aug 2015
Do you remember
that night we first made love?.
I had bought you roses
from the flower girl.
The gypsy violins played
romantic music
in the old Hungarian restaurant.

We went back to my place
and we kissed deeply.
You were so shy.
I felt it odd you were shy
after all
we have been lovers
in so many lifetimes.
Written by
Jude kyrie  Canada
(Canada)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems