POEM 11
On a morning run, the fragrant smell hits her at once
invoking thoughts of candle light dinners
low lights in a jazz club,
sipping on extra dry martinis, she and her date.
Who is impeccable dressed, and his chisel dark features
are appealing to her eyes.
Though he’s was not completely clean shaven, his lips were
as soft as the petals of the roses.
Just like they where to her nose, when she smelled them.
It was a first date full of laughter and enjoying getting to know
one another.
It was an evening of romance, that began with a bouquet of
Roses, just like the ones she jogs by.
Blessings Live Life and smell the flowers. I had a long day. sorry if this doesn't make any sense. I wanted to get it done before mid-night to complete day 11.
The prompt for the NaPoWriMo http://www.napowrimo.net/
I’ll have a better poem tomorrow. worked a long shift today.~Leah
