what color are you
i know but my heart has no clue
i don't see that way
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i must see your face
touch the verity of you
with my own two eyes
i must touch your lips
petals of an errant bloom
shining with honey
i must explore you
find out what can bring your mind
to ecstasy's arch
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where do my lips go
when i'm seducing your mind
what should my hands do
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if you could feel the love
this weak old body still holds
your mind would orgasm
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feast of ecstasy
tongue recalling how love tastes
fingers to her lips
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don't want to hurt you
nor would i move on without you
but i must stay me
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when it's late and dark
and sleep refuses to come
i make love to your absence
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naked from the tub
water streaming down your skin
smiling as i dry you
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you bare your shoulders
knowing what that does to me
that i'll kiss you there
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we both understand
the complexities of love
its simple demands
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i would have you smile
despite anger and bitterness
lips in girlish delight
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each new day i dare
heart overflowing with love
seek recipients
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head tossed back she sighs
as he kisses throat and neck
breath upon her skin
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old soldier poet
wistful smile on tired old lips
so glad he met her
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i sit on the couch
appreciate your beauty
each time you pass by
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not in age's camouflage
not this fading poet ghost
one time i was real
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a time i recall
i was adam to your eve
some other eden
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i sit here and wait
smiling at the thought of you
smiling at my words
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if you only knew
how far deep inside you touch
wake old memories
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when others love you
and so kindly support you
i am greatly pleased
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know i'm not the one
fate never intended me to be
but i'm proud just the same
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i know how you taste
your orgasm looks and sounds
your body quivers
from the first i knew
as soon as i saw your face
your words in my mouth
we both taste the same
chocolate vanilla love
melting with our heat
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the veil that hid you
you yourself ripped asunder
out of love for me
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a secret flower
open petals no one sees
poet writes about
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if you felt just once
how you always make me feel
you'd cry out with joy
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in caves and castles
as in centuries before
one more time we love