promptbox/priv/posts/delight.md

title	week	date
Delight	11	2024-03-18

awash with the sky
away way up high
take a seat down in comfort's sigh

out here with the sand
I reach out my hand
to our personal wonderland

deep breath of fresh air
adorn nature's wear
much delight always here to share +++ The sound of your voice my mind can’t deploy
But how quick my resolve it would destroy
And strip my brash veneer to leave me coy
Disarmed by your song, a sound of joy

The touch of your lips I can’t reminisce
Only how I felt to receive your kiss
That would send me into a lust abyss
Anchored so tender by your touch of bliss

The colour of your eyes I can’t recite
I only recall how they would ignite
Amazing feelings so superbly bright
With I assume, the colour of delight