Poem for her 468

Dear Readers,


Mint tea


The teapot whistled and we cheered
The bags were in the pitcher and water too
The tea seeped and I poured it in our cup
In went a few drams of the bottle
And you smiled at the smell
I asked you to dance and you stood
I pulled you close to me by your belt loops
The dance was slow and we kissed
The tea was sipped and the music played
The night slipped by and the tea gone
The edges of day worn off
We danced some more and kissed some more
The night was almost the early morning
Off to a comfy bed we tumbled
The calves and ankles free of socks
The shoulders soothed and hips held
Off to slumber land we went
Dreaming of the garden flowers
The ones we planted earlier
The mint tea smell still in the air
The belt loops gone
The kisses remain


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.