Laughter galloped from the lips
of the satisfied,
Sitting in the sporadic yet
Classic setting
of the fluttering candlelight.
Eased chatter and empty cups
reminded us of the thought
of lemon tea.
Liquid pleasure whistled
At leisure’s pace.
She touched his shoulder
This had no delay.
Cups cracked click clack,
Fingers as few as one
Composed these taps.
Drizzle to drops
mmmm……
A smile spilled free
With the last lemon drop.
