Passions spent in our libidinous embrace
Loves
contented glow upon her face
I
feel safe lying entwined in the afterglow
But
in the morn will love melt like April snow
Or
will its strength sustain in longevity
Or
shall we remark upon its easy brevity
I
could lay here forever cocooned in eternal love
We
are a perfect fit, the hand, and the glove
But
if it didn’t last forever I still had - this
Then
gently on her soft flesh I leave a loving kiss
And
I urged myself to live in the moment
And
know that there I could be content
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