Romance Words
I am looking for
a little bit
of romance
I am weak for it
in need of it
the sweet
of it
a confection
of care
and feelings
with
delicate
textures
buttery
vestures
heartfelt
melt in my mouth
gestures
I want kindness
wrapped
like ribbons
in my hair
lace edged everything
warm
low
lights
soft
heat
gentle pressure
urging pleas
of please
lavender
and
velvet
soft at the back
of knees
plush lush
rugs
to caress
my spine
to beg me
to recline
strawberry jam
on golden
spoons
under a golden
moon
hung low in the sky
stars glowing
the indigo blanket
of night
the soft pastels
of dawn
sun casting
gentle shadows
on a verdant lawn
checkered blankets
wicker hampers
a day
blue and bright
hands in hands
soft smiles
bubblegum
blushed cheeks
subtle glances
asking
all the things
I need
flowers
flirting
fiery passion
skin skimmed
by fingertips
soft lips
I yearn for this
my favorite things
on silver platters
petals scattered
promises kept
feet swept
swiftly off the ground
heart kept
quickly beating
now
anticipation
latent
in the spring
summer
autumn
winter
air
always
already
waiting
there
hands gently
moving hair
for a better glimpse
of eyes
that shine
with iridescent hope
that someone
knows
I want
a little
a little bit
of romance
I am weak for it
in need of it
the sweet
of it
a confection
of care
and feelings
with
delicate
textures
buttery
vestures
heartfelt
melt in my mouth
gestures
I want kindness
wrapped
like ribbons
in my hair
lace edged everything
warm
low
lights
soft
heat
gentle pressure
urging pleas
of please
lavender
and
velvet
soft at the back
of knees
plush lush
rugs
to caress
my spine
to beg me
to recline
strawberry jam
on golden
spoons
under a golden
moon
hung low in the sky
stars glowing
the indigo blanket
of night
the soft pastels
of dawn
sun casting
gentle shadows
on a verdant lawn
checkered blankets
wicker hampers
a day
blue and bright
hands in hands
soft smiles
bubblegum
blushed cheeks
subtle glances
asking
all the things
I need
flowers
flirting
fiery passion
skin skimmed
by fingertips
soft lips
I yearn for this
my favorite things
on silver platters
petals scattered
promises kept
feet swept
swiftly off the ground
heart kept
quickly beating
now
anticipation
latent
in the spring
summer
autumn
winter
air
always
already
waiting
there
hands gently
moving hair
for a better glimpse
of eyes
that shine
with iridescent hope
that someone
knows
I want
a little
bit
of romance
always at
each
and
every
chance
of romance
always at
each
and
every
chance
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