Till Next We Meet

Till next we meet!

Pink roses in a vase made of clay,
Or cake vodka in a clear glass bottle with a purple neatly tied ribbon.

I check for tan lines but your blouse it clings to tight,
And we sit across from each other and talk all night,
Till the sun comes streaming through the stained glass windows of Your living room.
And it feels like our time together ended way too soon.

You smile at me as you place your hands upon my chest.
I lean to kiss your cheek.
And I hear you exhale a soft breath,
Holding hands as we watch the sun continue to rise.

As I hit the road , my cell rings a melodic beat
It's read simply,
"Till next time that we meet!"