"Who are You?" I asked my sweet Valentine...

She turned over, her sweet feminine scent entangled in her hair & on my lips..

My breaths skipped a beat, as her curves shivered in a sweet rhythm, from her bosom to her hips

As her lazy gaze landed on me, a million ships of cues and questions swam ashore in her hazel eyes,

Her sweet silhouette drew close to me, as the horizon of her shadow glittered with hues of evening skies...

"I am your sweet poem," she whispered in my ears, her intoxicating words poured sweetly in the nooks of my soul,

Her fingers danced a sweet tango, sweetly flowing into jungle of my dreams, drowning out my past's scariest ghouls

The epiphany dawned on me, slowly, in that frozen moment of time, the cadence slowly fiddled with me inside out

My sweet poem was humming me slowly ,she was my devil, she was my goddess, she was melting in me, without a doubt...

The golden petals of morning sun showered us with its sweet embrace & she moved away with a sweet kiss on my forehead,

When I opened my eyes, her sweet aroma was in my breaths and my soul, as I felt her memories in the creases of the bed...