Following on from last week, here is a second anniversary poem. Very different in tone from the last one and I hope you enjoy it just as much. We’ve finished our meal and back in the hotel room.
There is no sweeter sound
Than the intensity of your voice,
With the clunk of the headboard
And the squeaking of bed springs,
In the release of ecstasy
As your body quivers against mine.
And flushing warmth
Passes from me to you.