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Passion and the wine.

Poetry By: The elder poet
Romance



About a young lady I use to know.


Submitted:Nov 17, 2012    Reads: 154    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   


As she lays here beside me.

Her black hair is slightly mussed.

Ruby lips that pout before me.

I know are full of lust.

Inviting me to join her .

In her passion and her wine.

She tries hard to excite me.

She can do it every time.

So soft and tender to my fingers.

Hidden places that I find.

Life goes on around us.

To this world we might seem blind.

No sense of time invades us.

Only climax brings an end.

Not wanting to with draw from her.

My lover and my friend.





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