The view from my mindâ€™s eye is a wonderful as the morning sky,
clear of clouds, the shade of cornflowers.
The air, soft as silk, wraps my skin in a loverâ€™s embrace
to cool the fire of my burning skin,
still hot from my loverâ€™s touch.
The wind echos the cries of our ecstacy and whispers of
the feelings still smoldering within.
An arm, draped lazily over a leg, fingers lightly tracing circles
on your skin, a strand of my hair falls on your chest
as my lips await that first kiss of morning.
While you lay sleeping beside me I give thanks that you are here,
still loving me.
Youâ€™re not a dream anymore, and Iâ€™m lost in a vision of you.
by inforep500ÂMore Shayari in English Poetry