Tonight I’m in my bedroom <br />with my beloved Miss Ashley; <br />The defender of my heart, <br />the occupant of my mind, <br />and the recipient of my love. <br />Her beauty cannot be defined, <br />as description would be demeaning. <br /> <br />Scented candles ignite our passion, <br />filling the zealous room, <br />with their aroma of love. <br />We interlock our supple fingers <br />and analyze each other’s eyes. <br />Her ocean blue eyes <br />surmount my pulsating heart <br />with their gentle tides <br />of guilelessness and elegance. <br /> <br />We sing throughout the night; <br />Our sweet harmonious chorus <br />of hackneyed love lyrics <br />has never sounded so beautiful. <br />My arms serve as her haven, <br />sheltering her delicate spirit, <br />from the tempest of loneliness. <br />Her blushful cheek, <br />ever so mellow, <br />gently cushions mine <br />as I discover my celestial bliss. <br />Her velvet murmurs <br />blanket my right ear <br />and provide me <br />with a frisson of ardor. <br /> <br />We share an ardent kiss <br />that even Cupid would baffle at; <br />My lips cradle hers <br />as I caress her magnetic face <br />with my securing hand. <br />I sweep my loving fingers <br />through her gorgeous tussled hair <br />before she gently claims my hand. <br />“Thank you Miss Ashley, <br />for being my guest of honor; <br />You were nothing short of extraordinary.” <br /> <br />(March 24,2007)<br /><br />Michael Fischer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tonight-with-miss-ashley/
