I'm in love with romance.
Put your arms around my waist and darling lets dance.
Let's whirl as swans
Cob and pen,
Elegant.
Eye contact.
Spontaneously.
Silken touch
Supportive crutch.
Let our lips tickle and ripple.
Fight against the bitterness of the cold outside.
Sunday morning sky, a shade of ochre above the frost, the frost that's charged with many slips.
(c)LIVVI