Love Suite ..

The kiss of love,
the bliss of love,
blossoms in a tiny alcove.
At the end of room,
on the kitchen shelf,
burns a wooden stove.

The walls are green,
the floor is blue,
tile smooth as dame's soft cheeks.
With soft, comfy air,
romance's lofty consistence,
and peace, the house reeks.

The patio chair, was lady's lair
Loved ones, he on top of her laid.
resting his lips, giving big wet kiss,
They hugged in love ensnared.

This was a tale
the Ad-man said
"We'll show as hotel's Ads",
Such honeymoon suites,
couples passionately seek
they'll come running crazy-mad.