"Ocean Blue And Cuervo Gold"
The perfect rose he had waiting was a soft, romantic yellow,
The mood was like the color... relaxed and mellow.
The margarita slightly tart and icy cold,
The tequila was warm... Jose Cuervo Gold.
The switch on the bright lights dimly fell,
The steak grilled to perfection... "Medium Well".
The eyes sparkled stars in the flickering flame,
The lady's dreams would never again be the same.
The two hearts' emotions so tried and now true,
The night peaked a full moon so bubbly, ocean blue.
The kisses were passionate, yet perfectly gentle,
The touches guarded as pure and sentimental.
The usual doubts never once whispered existence,
The tequila again teased with a lime of salty persistence.
The stimulating conversation was full of flirtatious smiles,
The morning sun's happy rays crept up after awhile.
The broken souls whole, bottle empty and it's five A.M.,
The inviting mental images of two entwined lovers sleeping in.
The heartbeat of the other awakes them both at high noon,
The coffee maker perks another bubbly, full moon.
