Poem for her 638

Dear Readers,


Swinging feet


There in a short video
You sit feet hanging off the bed
Swinging in the air
The bed higher than most
The Swiss Alps snowy
The hotel with high beds
Feather fluffed pillows
And rich goat cream
That went into my coffee this morning
There you are socks still on
In that striped shirt
Those jeans from the states
That smile lights the room
The kiss is long
But off camera
There is the giggle heard
Then me saying
One two and click
The scene is still fresh
The kiss on my lips yummy
Every second special
Every second of you

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.