Wafting in blissful solitude
I dine on spicy chorizo and the bouquet of warm red.
The glimmer of a lantern catches our fleeting looks
sip by sip.
Detached at first, then eager.
The mirage morphs into reality
as the angelic senorita abandons her corner
as we drink of each other’s mysteries,
prompting another merlot.
We wake up to the rain and the smell of jasmine.
Wish the world was always as perfect as this.
Nicola Beckett
Tue 28th Feb 2017 18:30
Love this x
Thanks Paul
My desert was in the shape of a gorgeous senorita.?
Raj, I like this, rich and sensual (but no chocolate for dessert, I see!). You have been posting some interesting poems recently, keep them coming.
Paul
Ha ha ha. Well-spotted.
Now I've got to deal with the bloody cravings for snacking constantly.
<Deleted User> (13762)
Tue 28th Feb 2017 08:32
you've packed a lot of lovely smells into this poem Raj - a veritable smorgasbord for the senses - but have you forsaken the cigs for chorizo and merlot? Watch the waistline ?
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Raj Ferds
Wed 1st Mar 2017 06:21
Thank you Nicola x