Delight
Week 11
awash with the sky
away way up high
take a seat down in comfort's sigh
out here with the sand
I reach out my hand
to our personal wonderland
deep breath of fresh air
adorn nature's wear
much delight always here to share
The sound of your voice my mind can’t deploy
But how quick my resolve it would destroy
And strip my brash veneer to leave me coy
Disarmed by your song, a sound of joy
The touch of your lips I can’t reminisce
Only how I felt to receive your kiss
That would send me into a lust abyss
Anchored so tender by your touch of bliss
The colour of your eyes I can’t recite
I only recall how they would ignite
Amazing feelings so superbly bright
With I assume, the colour of delight