The Perfect Sunday Afternoon

Curled up on a Sunday afternoon,
On this comfortable sofa draped in fleece.
Peaceful flickering from the crackly old film.
Playing the timely black and white love story,
With its familiar faces and gentle words,
These incredible moments of nothingness
Overwhelm the senses.

Such closeness evoked by the calming hours,
Passing by as though nothing else matters.
The warmth of your chest pressed against mine,
Heart beating like a forgotten clock,
Thudding rhythmically, softly, secretly,
Passing messages between our interlinked souls
Of romantic dreams.

Cold toes wrapped beneath your warm legs,
Curls of denim emanating gentle warmth.
Screen heroine's warm eyes fill the room,
With an intense glow, passionate intensity,
Flooding shudderingly though our embrace,
As the impending kiss crescendo grows
With unbearable tension.