Unwrapped.
Happiness
was a romantic poem meant
Only For You.
A red rose on the pillow
of a four-poster and
sheets nectared with passion.
Happiness
was a taste of love\'s juices
on pursed lips.
A first drink of champagne
between bubbly kisses and
sweet coffee the morning after.
Happiness
was racing rain, naked swims
and wet massage.
A warm duo-bath at sunrise,
darkly decadent chocs and
soap fought for by splashing.
Happiness
now unwrapped breathes scent
on treasured thrills.
A captured event means time
back then stood still and
sent two the gems of rapture