The Passion of Us
soft and warm a spring day in the calm of night snowflakes twinkling like stars and our love opens up looking each other in the eyes unafraid unencumbered comfortable in our coupling the slope of your breast above me the moistness of you atop me the taste of you on my tongue and I cannot help to share myself with you for I want nothing more than to be with you forever my passion suffering the troubling times and festive we all have bad times and good all of them I want to share with you you will not sail I'm sure when the flowers wilt and another day ends the sun setting and moon rising upon an old man
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tkurkos
I am a published poet twice over. I am 31 years old (in body), have three children, and a wonderfully supportive and decidedly beautiful wife.
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