Poem: LOVE

The joy of love is pure and uncompromised
The smiles of sunlit mornings, and
The long delicious gazes of the evenings, when
the lights are dim and the covers are turned;

It has been many years of turned down sheets and
The dropping of bedclothes for the two of us;

And still the gentle touch of your fingertips gliding
Over my curves leaves me breathless with anticipation;
Breathless as if it were the first time.

This is love in its purest and most appealing form.


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