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| Do I write of love |
Of Love You say that I don't write of love but I don't have your tenderness or see your smile or feel your soft playful caresses in my life It's not that I don't know what counts or can ignore this aching need that fuels a sadness that ever looms on the horizon of my mind You say you want the passion there within my words that's in my thoughts and somehow I should put it in my pen It is behind closed eyes I see a caring giving partner who might share her laughter more or simply find the time to play So yes I write of love my friend, its myriad expressions here and that includes that sober partnership But then we are not all the same and this is why I have no blame that she's not as expressive as I am Because as many of us know who try to stay but want to go our curse is that we love in different ways | ||||||||||||||||
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Aging Lover No boyish body because it thickened long ago the hardness of a man that has known life he offers classic movements in his touch his vintage thoughts that only age can bring the patience of a lover who has lived transforms a woman into a girl again a passion slowly savored and enjoyed the things an aging man can do for you | I do not dwell on what I once was | ||||||||||||||||
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| Instead I find my pleasures in today |
Virgin's Gift A rare sharing that I thought could not exist a closeness to you remains inviolate your body offered freely to inspire softness and warmth and feelings shared your mind open to receive my touch and desire you respond to all and express want of tenderness you feel that which fills you taking mine along a virgin yet a woman too alive and sensual | ||||||||||||||||
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