Soft,
so soft,
your lips against mine.
I am grazed by their grace
and drunk on their wine.
We touch and we taste,
endlessly divine
engrossed and entwined
and ever
face
to
face.
Thursday, April 17, 2025
That Most Sweet Affection
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You Deserve a Poem!
Dang! My girlfriend did THREE bloggings in a row ... and two of them were poems! Meanwhile I barely ever write poems because I kinda suck at...
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The two hundred and eighty-seventh thing I love about us is, when I'm around you, I only want to curse if things are curse-ably good, or...
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... when I think of you.