SMOKING HOT

© RYAN GUILEY

I can still smell your perfume,

Or see that smile that glared,

In love sitting in the back room,

As dinner was made since you cared.

 

It was pasta most of the nights,

As we dance in the kitchen,

Holding you, it just felt so right,

Sparks came from those bobby pins.

 

I made sure everything was perfect,

Don’t worry, it will be the same,

Being together, there was never regrets,

Three children later, that share our names.

 

I was thrilled going to the stores,

Shopping for sundresses and shoes,

In the dressing room as you wore,

The curtains open, as I would give the news.

 

What could I say, smoking hot?

So exquisite and so beautiful,

As bags were full being bought,

Holding hands as there was a pull.

 

I promise it will be the same today,

It will be magic, as it’s so real,

As we never lose touch in anyway,

As we are soul mates, as we will heal.

 

Just wear those medical scrubs,

Or those tight black pants,

It will be fine, as I’m your Hub,

As this is so real and not a trance.

 

The waiting will be soon over,

As I have your eyes for assurance,

Putting my arm over your shoulder,

 It will be like our first occurrence.