A poem
Sunlight and shadows
Your hand in mine
Your pulse against my skin
Your lips slowing time
Wine glasses on a table
Neglected at last
Joined by items of clothing
Your past and my past
Hours to linger
To taste, touch, and savor
No room for doubts here
No thought yet to waver
Only kisses and whispers
And begging for more
Against wal…
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