Unwrapped.
Happiness
was a prized poem headed
Only for You.
A red rose laid on the pillow
of an ancient four-poster and
blankets nectared with passion.
Happiness
was a taste of love\'s juices
on virgin lips.
A first drink of champagne
between searing kisses and
hot coffee the morning after.
Happiness
was racing rain, skinny dips
and beach massage.
A warm bath for two at sunset,
darkly decadent chocolates and
the fun of tickle-raised laughter.
Happiness
now unwrapped exudes scent
of covert thrills.
A captured event adorned time
with duly undressed camera and
wove gems into memory\'s rapture.