February 1st, 2024

To my one and only

 Your lips taste like Moët & Chandon in a New Year’s Eve celebration.

The way you hold my waist while we dance to ” Jeans ” by Jessie Reyez and Miguel makes these four walls feel like a hidden heaven.

Erotic novels couldn’t recount how you make me gasp for air.

Tell me how you relish my sweet nectar as you devour thy peach.

Tell me if you burn for me like the Duke of Hastings.

The past few months have felt like the first few scenes of the movie I am about to start with you in our bed.

If someone were to write our love story, their words would fall short when describing how my body shivers when your baritone whispers.

 You sound like an early Elvis swag and a Beckham flair.

Let’s play pretend and have a randevu or two

   so that we can laugh at memories of how crazy we were while young.

Yours truly,

Ibis