The day
With tired eyes
Shuffled slowly
To one side
An echo thought
But then too real
A certain irony
An old friend seen.
Her face had lost
A certain smile
A few more lines
The voice still shined
Her hair was shorter
Lined with grey
Thought returned
How we did play.
Two lovers who
In violent throes
Removing one anothers
Clothes
By dawn by noon
By candlelight
We pleasured deep
Each single night.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments5
A relationship marked by sexual encounter it is sensual and engaging. Nicely written
Thanks for read always appreciated friend
Most welcome Norman
Indelible memories!🙏🏻🕊️
indeed they are, thanks and appreciation for read
Most welcome, Norman 🙏🏻🕊️
Always such elegance in your choice of words !
so very kind my friend, always much appreciated, thanking you
Very sensual and a good read. Nice write.
many thanks, always much appreciated
Norman, this is one heck of a poem. Tenderness and raw desire collide beautifully here...proof that time may alter the body, but it cannot erase what the body remembers. Wonderful write, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
such kind comments, thanking you always much appreciated my friend
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