:::sigh::: this was not written for the woman I married,
would that I had waited for her to come again - I did not
White River
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white river teasing down
between your thighs where my tongue
and fingers had lately danced
-
time stolen between
furtive glances out through blinds
pleasure to your eyes
-
I sit back and look
at the white river between
your wild wrything thighs
-
amazed at the joy
I have brung with naught but my
tongue, lips, and gentle teeth
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I my self can wait
'til we are sealed with ring, vows
as life mates, my love
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though at times like these
it is often hard to hold
my raging desire
-
some day to be one
locked in passions wild embrace
essences commingle
-
we two as lovers
locked in the spiral dance of life
for yet another time...
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