Oh Gloria! Anytime I cross your threshold I smile. Kicking off my shoes to feel my bare feet on your cold tiles. Oh how I miss your slower pace. I drop my bags as you welcome me with a Pacifico and lime. The ocean sunset view brings a sweet sigh to my lips every time. Closing my eyes on the terrace, your warm sun never fails to kiss my face. This alone is worth the many miles. Oh Gloria! How you beguile! Soon I rediscover the secret of your place — as I turn to meet my gorgeous dark chocolate man’s embrace.
~Just L (NaPoWriMo, April 16, 2017)
Prompt: A letter to a person, place or thing.
Author’s Note: An American woman and a Jamaican man share Casa Gloria in Mexico.
Just L Poetry 