The sky glowed like brilliant fire,
His eyes burned with hot desire.
The sun set behind the river,
His touch made my skin quiver.
As we watched, he held me tight,
And the evening turned into night.
Just before we turned to go,
He pulled me close, kissed me slow.
We walked home hand in hand,
Both of us feeling oh so grand.
We reach his street and must part,
My love for him is off the chart.
He touches my face, says I love you,
I say good night, I love you too.
Ken_W_Writer’s Stories and Poems 