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As the Songs on the Record Player Dance Across the Night Sky

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By Gregory D. WelchPublished 5 years ago 3 min read
Photo by Bob Clark from Pexels

Hey babe, how about a little surprise, just follow the bright orange extension cord outside, little wildflowers tied to it every so many feet with a little pink ribbon and a love note and all the feels tucked in

Let's head out back, cuddle up on the porch, see what stars might be dancing across the night sky, like all those candles we dance in the light of

And when you get outside, I'll have us some pillows and that old fuzzy blanket all ready for you, let's make it a date night on the back porch, a little of you, and a little of me, and all those stars flick flickering across the sky like fireflies in a field of wildflowers

Cuddle in close darlin, I love the way you fit and feel in my arms, the way you say so much with a little peek and a little grin just before you lay your head on my heart

Let's cuddle up close and look at the stars, and every time you peek at me, listen to the little song of my skipped heartbeats, the way our eyes meeting one another, holding one another, makes music for our souls to dance together

I kiss you softly, listening for the flutter of your butterfly wings flying from the wildflowers in your heart to the wildflowers you've planted in mine and back again

Lay your head on the pillow of my heartbeats, listen to the way you bring each skipping beat to life, listen to the music you create in my heart

My hand lightly caressing your face, a little moment wrapping us up and holding us so comfortably close, as the songs on the record player dance across the night sky

Let's write love letters in little kisses, my lips on your lips, and then my nibbles on your ear just before I whisper a little love and give you a grin

Hey darlin, let's meet up on the back porch, cuddle up close and see what stars are dancing to the vinyl songs of that old record player playing magic dressed up as music in the way that only old record players can

My fingers lightly touching your face, tracing to your lips, like the needle on that record player following the groove, looking for a little poetry, all the feels and so much tucked into our little moment

Kiss me and let's see what music we can find for our hearts to dance and twirl to, for our souls to lace together and sway together to, kiss me and I'll kiss you back, a little song tucked into our kisses

Hey darlin, how about a little Monday night date on the back porch, just a little of me and a little of you cuddled up in a little moment, the vinyl songs of that old record player playing magic dressed up as music in that way that only old records players can do

How about a little date night, a little of me, and a little of you, that old fuzzy blanket, and all those stars, a little moment with all the feels tucked in

Let's kiss and find music for our hearts to dance to, to twirl to, and for our souls to lace together, to sway together, kiss me babe, and I'll kiss you, let's kiss and see what songs our lips can find

Hey babe, how about a little surprise, just follow that bright orange extension cord, and every so many foot a little wildflower tied with a little pink ribbon and a love note that says so much

love poems

About the Creator

Gregory D. Welch

Kentucky poet & scribbler. Inspiring creatives to live a creative lifestyle. Creating with courage, passion, & purpose-fueled growth. Progress over perfection.

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