Trouble…
Trouble I am
his kind of trouble…
Tempting?
Oh yeah…
With a tilt of my head
and slow
sultry smile
He was definitely gone
and
totally mine
But
the minute he touched
me
the tables were
turned
He became MY kind of
trouble
What I secretly
yearned…
With
slow, sultry kisses
and
mesmerizing motions
He made sweet love
to me
and
I felt
all
his strong
but
tender emotions.
So
I very elated
and
full of wonder too
gave all
that I am
AND
all
I have
to him too.

Now
in the dark of night
blissfully
reflecting content
on our
luscious
heavenly
time together
very well spent
To me
the word “trouble”
will not
be
the same
When I think of us
it will
always
be
our
very own name.

2 June 2011 copyright catherine anne hayes