Back against weatherboard wall,
Coffee mug at side on brickwork ground,
Teabag hanging out over the rim of the mug.
Long slender legs held out in front,
Straight, crossed at the ankle,
Shoeless feet jumping in time with the music,
Songs of uplifting spirit,
"Friday Im In Love" by The Cure.
Phone buzzing, Txt recieved,
Smile creeping across his face,
Txt sent back, head rested on wall,
Perfect blue eyes stare into space, a cloudless sky.
A door closes, his mind brought back,
She walked into his outdoor area,
A smile beaming, met by an equal one on his face.
Next to him she sits,
His arm finds its place around her shoulders,
Her hand finds his,
Her other hand finds the half filled mug,
Still steaming she brings it to her lips,
The delicious tea streams through her mouth.
Mug meets ground again,
He eyes rise,
To meet his, smiles on each face,
A kiss,
He plants on her perfect pink lips.
She meets his eyes again,
His hands working a sparkling diamond ring,
On to her special finger...