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Assorted Verse:

These works are released to the public domain
---
The Choice?
---

Must I?
No child.  No one ever *has* to.

Now?
No.

When?
Not until *you* feel you are ready.

When will that be?
I don't know.

How will I know?
I can't tell you.

You can't?
No. For each of us, the time is different.

Will it be painful?
Oh yes.

Was it painful for you?
Far more than you'll ever know.

I don't see any scars.
They are only on the inside.

Inside?
Yes child.  In my mind.

Do you regret?
Yes.  Sometimes.

They why did you....?
I didn't.

Didn't choose?
No.  Not really.
One day I woke up and realized I was already there.

But I thought...?
So did I child.

But you said...?
[ soft chuckle ]
I did.  Didn't I?

I lied.  The path sometimes chooses us.
Life is like that sometimes.

All we can do is accept what happened.

But that's NOT fair!
I know.

You're no teacher!  You're a fake!  A liar!
[ a knowing chuckle ]
See?
Already, you are growing up.

[ shocked silence  ]
[ Mouth opens but nothing comes out ]
[ more silence ]

Well?
[ silence ]

Young adult?
[ thoughtful silence ]

Now you know.

[ softly ]
Teacher...  I apologise.

No need.

Was it painful?
Yes teacher.  Very.

Do you regret?
[ a shuddering sigh ]
Yes.

Were you ready?
No.  And yes.

Teacher?
Yes?

How did you ..?
Know you were ready?  I didn't.

You decided to.
I did?
thoughtful pause

I did!

Thank you teacher!
Oh, thank you!

Thank yourself.
You deserve more credit than I do.

Welcome to life....

Young adult.
====

My  love
---

Eyes.
Soft and brown.
Filled with
Love 
And trust.

You
Are not the first one.
But now,
For as long as you are with me
You are first.

We both know this.
Beyond words, 
We understand.

Your feet
Spurn the ground.
Your body
Speaks of power.

When you walk
You flow with a smoothness
That denies
Your size.

When you run
There is beauty.
You are alive.

Ahh...
Those quiet times.
When we are together.
Sharing.

As I 
Lay with you.
As I caress you.

And you
In your way,
Caress me

Each touch
Is pleasure.
Each movement
Reveals the inner part.

Of us.

When,
At last we couple.
It is not just
Sexual union.

It is
A quiet affirmation
Of our love
And desire
For the other.

It doesn't matter
That I
Am a man
And you
Are a bitch.

What materrs
Is that
We have
Each other.

We are

We trust

We love
---

*quiet chuckle*
I bet some of you thought at first that I was talking about
a mare.
====

For those of you who aren't familiar with it, haiku is a highly
stylized form of expression.

Three lines and a syllable pattern of 5-7-5

Each of the following is intended to stand alone..

All but the last two one word titles were added after I
wrote them.
-------------

We

I watch your glad dance
As I remember our past
Together in love.
--

Partners

Male and female dogs,
In life are my companions.
Care and love we share.
--

Peace

Grin from ear to ear
Smiles I send you in return
Love.  There is no doubt.
--

Tribute

Always, I'll love you.
The years we had together.
I'll  treasure that time.
--

Growth

There was a lady
A rodent she thought to be.
Now she knows better.
--

Community

I am now content.
Others like me I've now found.
Plus help, love and growth.
--

Haiku

This is challenging
To express things in patterns.
Still, I find it fun.
--

Future

Yes, there will be more.
Someday I will write again.
Thoughts I have to say.
====

I Weep
---

For yet another
Lost illusion,
I weep.

Outside.
Cold again.
I weep

The door of life
Closed yet again,
I weep.

Dreams.
Shattered by rejection.
I weep.

No true family
Or friends...
I weep.

Hurt inside
And angry,
I weep.

I must dry my tears.
Raise my eyes again.
My weeping lessens.

Look outward
Once more.
The tears stop.

There will be others.
Cautiously, I hope.
I smile tentatively.

The past is dead.
A dry husk.
Bigger smile.

One path closed,
Revealing others.
I laugh.

Brighter paths
To the light.
I chuckle at my former blindness.

Confidence returns.
The urge to explore.
More laughter.

The lesson relearned,
I step forward once again.
With a smile.
====

Canine Whimsy
---

Buy our dogs.
Love our bitches.
They will answer
All your wishes.

Easy come
lots of go
They have parts
They love to show.

Even when
They have trees.
Our dogs like you
On your knees.

Lots of fur
Wet and willing
For the bitches
We do billing
====

Footprints
---

I stand
On the beach of my life.

As I look behind me
I see my footprints.

Ahead, lie the rapidly
Vanishing footprints

Of those who have gone
Before me.

Sometimes,
Our footprints are blurred together.

A tangled confusion
Of shared meetings.

Other trails overlap mine
Then leave.

As mine do
With others.

The gentle waves
Like time itself

Slowly remove
The evidence of my passing.

I am not disheartened by this.
It brings me joy.

All of us
Are agents of change.

For this is life
Unbounded and ever different

I can walk in the steps
Of those who have gone before

Or step aside and make
A slightly different path.

As they did
As others will someday do.

I am alone
Yet not alone.

Everyone must come this way
Someday.

Fast, slow
We all walk the path of time

It is the same path for all
Yet, it is also very different for each of us.

As I travel
I leave temporary footprints

This is my legacy
To life.

I am content.
====

Courage - an original work
----

What is 'courage?

Courage is the mother who gets up every morning to take care of her
family.

Courage is the smile on the face of a person bleeding from emotional
hurt.

Courage is a small child who, safe in the security of a parent,
mumbles a trembling 'hello' to a stranger.

Courage is looking at yourself and asking 'What may I do to help
someone else today?'

Courage is the rape victim, female or male, who reaches out and asks;
"May I help?"

Courage is the abused peson or animal who tremblingly asks, "Can I
trust you?"

Courage is a dyslexic writing a letter to a total stranger.

Courage is answering that first letter.

Courage is someone, male or female, who openly cries at the joy of the
birth of a kitten or puppy.

Courage is that same someone crying at the death of an animal who has
been a part of their lives.

Courage is not being afraid to wipe away your tears in public.

Courage is letting others see your joy at living.

Courage is doing what has to be done.

Courage is that first post to a newsgroup.

What is courage?

Courage is everywhere if one but takes the time to see it.
====

A conversation.  A line tossed out as a title...
------

The Taste of Her Smile
-------

The smell
Of her hair

In my mind.
She'll always...

Be there.

Wise eyes.
That knew.

Her body spoke
Of love...

And us.

First love
First mate.

She is the one.
Who taught me..

Love.

As life
Goes on.

One thing
Is certain.

I will always remember...

The taste of her smile.
====

Lay of the Land 

This started as a one stanza example of how to use lay, lie, lying,
laying, etc.  Then Rey del Sexo asked if I would try doing a full
poem.  My hopper rejected it.  At that point I finished it, posted it
to ASSD, waited a bit, corrected a couple of mistakes - and here it
is. 
---

Lay of the Land
---

Now I lay me down to play
With her I'll lie and have my way.
I'm laying her with hands so skilled
While she's lying there to soon be drilled.
Soon her head will be laid to rest.
As I lay down - upon her chest.

I lied a lot - to get laid
It's the only pay I get paid.
She set her crown upon her bed.
Next to her I sat - and then I bled.
I do not lie - when I say
That stupid crown was in my way!

"More attention you must pay
To where you set your ass - I say"
She laughed and lied that she did care.
As she laid her nipples bare.
It mattered not, I must admit.
Because right then, my dick she bit.

My eyes got wide, I screamed in pain
I hadn't known she was insane.
I struggled hard, it mattered not.
To be her dinner was my lot.
I pulled again and my flesh tore.
I ran like hell - right out the door.

Now I sit so I can pee.
All because she sat with me.
To lie with her I did lie.
I wish to her I'd said goodbye.
I always groan and still turn red
When I think about her bed

That stupid crown, my startled frown
Her stringy hair, a mousy brown.
Her nipples taut, no hint they gave
Of her plans - for this knave.
With many women I had lain
Until that night - of such pain.

Now I sigh for things past.
And sadly think of her repast.
All that's left - is a stump
And women feel - a small bump.
Once that's done they laugh and snort
Our gleeful play they then abort.

My tale is done, my life a ruin
The women tell me nothin' doin'.
I'll take a drink and drown my sorrow.
Because for me, there's no tomorrow.
Take care my friends and beware
Of that one with mousy hair. 
====

A solid black Borzoi shimmers into existence.  He carefully rears up
on his hind legs and places a bill in the box.

"Water.  Plain."

Once he gets his glass of water, he tilts it back and drains it. After
he sets it back on the counter, he looks around and his keen eyes see
the person who 'called' him.

"This one's for someone who is having trouble saying the words."

"My pleasure - my friend."
---

Why me?!
---

Be a man.
The world tells me.
I try, I try
But who's to hold me?

It's not my fault!
The others whine.
But does that really
Make it *mine*?

Be a man.
The world tells me.
I try, I try
But who's to hold me?

Bills unpaid.
No money here.
The hammer's falling
Again I fear.

Be a man.
The world tells me.
I try, I try
But who's to hold me?

To roar.
To scream.
To lose
The dream.

Be a man.
The world tells me.
I try, I try
But who's to hold me?

I can't.
I should.
No fires burn
Without wood.

Be a man.
The world tells me.
I try, I try
But who's to hold me?

I try to live
The male image.
But I fear
I've lost this scrimmage.

Be a man.
The world tells me.
I try, I try
But who's to hold me?

Someone from far
Someone with care
I find with whom
My soul to bare.

Be a man.
The world tells me.
I try, I try
But who's to hold me?

Dimming light
Flares anew
Lessened pain
I thank you.

Be a man.
The world tells me.
I will, I shall
Because you held me.
---

Jaws that can crush bone carefully grip his glass.  Muscles tense and
he flips his glass unerringly into the center of the fireplace.

He looks back into the shadows and then his lips quirk into a canine
smile.

Without another word, he vanishes.
====

FM rom

"Is it possible to write a sex scene without any sex in it?"

Here's one of my answers.
---

Echoes of Silence
---

A star studded, glittering, blackness.
Shadows that aren't quite shadows.
Trees, silently whispering the news.
Telling tales of what they have seen.

A grass filled clearing, now echoing
The silent cries of shouted pleasure.
Once timid watchers now peek
At the miracle before them.

Days earlier, two bodies collided
Packages fell as hands grabbed.
Fingers met and eyes intertwined.
Stammered reaching to pick up the pieces.

Isolated bench amidst the crowds.
Quiet words never spoken.
Promises for later never made - but kept.
Days the same, always changing.

Smiles - then touching - as days lengthen.
Tender contact never made but felt.
A nod, a smile, passing glances that linger.
Commitments agreed on - fleeting memories to come.

The dawn of tomorrow brings golden light
That reminds us of yesterday's darkness so bright.
Uncovered naked, we are clothed with each other.
Souls searching eagerly for a new home that's old.

Hair penetrates hair as flesh parts flesh.
Dryness makes drier the wetness it meets.
Stillness of movement as relaxation tenses.
Friction makes slippery as heat becomes wet.

Two become one and hope to be three.
Time never ends as it continues to march.
Cries never finished signal completion.
One becomes two as three follows none.

Forever passes quickly as bodies fall silent.
Eyes intertwine as they close off the souls.
No words pass between them as a miracle happens.
One, then two will be three and then one.

A star studded, glittering, blackness.
Shadows that aren't quite shadows.
Trees, silently whispering the news.
Telling tales of what they have seen.
====

Whispering Memories
---

I listen to the whispers
Of the silence of the wind.
They speak to me of calmness
And love that has been.

Bright stars on the tapestry
Of the inky darkness of night
Light the dancing fires
Of our consummated love.

Rough blankets carelessly
Caress the sweaty flesh
Recently made flush
By the pounding of our blood.

Moments ago, the frozen time
That always moves with us
Fluttered in our minds
As we traveled without moving.

Pubes slammed together
As our hearts filled our chests
With a hammered counterpoint
That sang of our lust.

Clothing carelessly discarded
As laughter filled the silence
Made by gentle breezes
As they carried our love to each other.

A future with no past,
We traveled together
As agreement was reached
About lives that had been.

Wandering, drifting.
Destination with no journey.
Bodies in motion
While traveling nowhere.

note:  A careful person might recognize that this one is written in
reverse order.
Afterglow, climax, coupling, foreplay, meeting, alone.
====

The Twelve Days of Canine Zoo-mas
---

Twelve pooper scoopers.
Eleven custom kennels.
Ten Russian Wolfhounds.
Nine German Shepherds.
Eight bitches flagging.
Seven dogs a mounting.
Six Afghans playing
Five Golden Labs!
Four brown Salukis.
Three Great Danes.
Two handsome Rotties.

And a kitten in a pear tree.
====

Neighbors, I'll make this one public domain and you can feel free to
add lines, redo it, expand it - or whatever.  :)
---

Long, Beautiful - Hair!
---

Tresses raven
For misbehavin'.

Softly flowing, hair of brown
To make my eyes - look down.

Golden locks of blonde
Of which I'm really fond.

Silky strands of auburn
And my head - will turn.

But a face that's framed in red
Tops the body - that shares my bed.
====

Oh, what to do?
---

Things that poke
Make men stroke
The other set
Prefers to pet.

Oh, what to do?
To get the goo.

I sat and thought
And found a plot
That lets the bees
Do the trees.

Oh, what to do?
To get the goo.

So I write
About that night.
He wants to blow
She says, 'go slow'.

Oh, what to do?
To get the goo.

He pokes and prods.
She sighs and nods.
He's at the gate.
Let's masturbate.

Oh, what to do?
To get the goo.

Love on a plane,
(They're not quite sane.)
The alligator waits off-stage.
"What's he for?!" The readers rage!

Oh, what to do?
To get the goo.

They slip and slide.
She opens wide.
But in his lust
He finds her bust.

Oh, what to do?
To get the goo.

It doesn't matter.
He starts to batter.
Her voice aloud.
Makes him proud.

Oh, what to do?
To get the goo.

But in the cockpit
Is where he puts it.
That swinging feeling.
The plane is reeling.

Oh, what to do?
To get the goo.

She cleans his palm
With studied calm.
He's at the window with a bound.
"There it is, I see the ground."

Oh, what to do?
To get the goo.

They look and shrug,
Share a final hug.
A mighty splash.
A blinding flash.

That's what to do.
To get the goo!

As for the 'gator,
He ate them - later.
A fitting end
To this, my friend.

So I did what I must do.
I found a way to get the goo.
====

A random comment as we were talking about the weather led to me
searching for the lyrics to the song "They Call the Wind Maria".  I
found a couple of parodies as well and then for some reason the word
'Perverted' got stuck on repeat in my head...

Merry Christmas neighbors.

Hope you enjoy it. 
---

"They call us both Perverted"
Sung to the tune "They Call the Wind Maria"
---

Perverted.....  Perverted......
They call us both Perverted.
The little minds
They got a name
For all that they dislike
Sex is bad
And love they hate
And they call us both perverted.

Perverted they do call us
As they turn their eyes away
Perverted folks should not be here
Allowed a life of loving.

Perverted.....  Perverted......
They call us both Perverted.

Before I lived perverted nights
I lived a life of boredom
I took her always from the front
I never thought to question
But then one day
She turned on me
She knelt just behind me
And that was it
I knew I'd lost
My battle to stay pure

Perverted.....  Perverted......
They call us both Perverted.

The straights they got a name for sex
For love and two only
But since I'm strange and wound up
I'll tell her just to do me
And I'm a strange perverted man
Without a code to guide me
Perverted things she does to me
I need my girl inside me.

Perverted.....  Perverted......
They call us both Perverted.

Perverted.... Perverted....
She makes love to me.....
====

To all of you
---

To all of you, friend or foe
Though we might battle to and fro.

To each of you that are here
I'll take a sip and raise my beer.

To all of you who never post
I'll lift my glass and give a toast

I'd like to meet and smile wryly
We could share a grin and chuckle slyly.

But for now I'll just say
To each and all on this day...

I love you all - 'tis true.
Merry Chirstmas - to each of you.
====

Filk song and a tribute to the proof readers who give of their time
and skills.

note: This version is slightly different than the one I posted to
alt.sex.stories.d on Dec 27, 2000.  (I changed 'And told me it would
keep' to 'And told me not to weep'.)
---

The Pedant
(sung to 'The Gambler')
---

On a warm summer's evening
A story bound for nowhere,
I met up with a pedant
He paused and took a peek.
His eyes they were a-staring
At the muddy words and big mess;
The best of my efforts,
My tears began to leak.

He said: "Son I've made my life
Out of reading people's stories
And telling what the problems were
By the ways they wrote the words.
So if you don't mind my playin'
I can fix the many places.
For a place in your mem'ry
I'll help you make it nice."

So I handed him my keyboard
And I watched and tried to follow.
Then he hummed a "Not quite yet",
And pounded once again.
And the words got quickly set
And his face lost all expression.
Said, if you're gonna pen the words, boy
You gotta learn to write 'em right.

(Refrain)

You got to know when to pause 'em, know when to stop 'em;
Know when to move along, know when to quit.
You never place your comma when you're workin' with a phrase boy,
There'll be time enough for commas when the phrase is done.

Now every writer knows
The secret to the writin'
Is knowing what they want to say
Knowing what to bleep.
'Cause everyone's a writer
And everyone's a reader,
And the best you can do, boy
Is what will let you sleep.

So when he finished typin'
He turned and rose to go.
Pointed out "You'll get it yet,"
And told me not to weep.
So somewhere in my big mess
The pedant he broke even.
In those muddled words he found
A story I could keep.

(Refrain)

You got to know when to pause 'em, know when to stop 'em;
Know when to move along, know when to quit.
You never place your comma when you're workin' with a phrase boy,
There'll be time enough for commas when the phrase is done.
====

Subject: Re: {ASSD} Light Bulbs

On 24 Jan 2001 06:06:22 GMT, lisala@aol.comremove (Lisala) wrote:

>>Trust me, you can get in trouble in church camp if you say the sparks from the
>>camp bon fire look just like sperm. (My father had one of the early film strips
>>of the prenatal development of the human fetus, including shots of the Great
>>Spermatazoa Journey to the Eggg).

Gentle fire, burning bright,
You toss your light
Into the night.
You heat the ground and warm the worm
While your sparks ascend, like sperm.

You feed my soul and tease my mind.
You give me hope and tell me time.
Outer heat that feels neat.
I settle back and always watch
While your sparks ascend, like sperm.

A gentle breeze
Flows through the trees.
Embers dim, as we snuggle close.
Once hot coals lose their warmth
While your sparks ascend, like sperm.
---

Thanks for the inspiration.  :)
====

This oddity was inspired by a recent subject line in alt.sex.stories.
The line was 'ICHIBAN RAMEN'.

Ichiban Ramen
---

With Vigorex
And Viagra
And a
Cute pre-teen

You too,
Can have
An ichiban ramen.

Do as
We say
To add
More inches.

You too,
Can have
An ichiban ramen.

Puddles
Of piss.
Piles
Of Scat.

You too,
Can have
An ichiban ramen.

If a dog
Or a cat
Is where
You're at:

You too,
Can have
An ichiban ramen.

We pull it
and stretch it.
And pat it
With glee.

You too,
Can have
An ichiban ramen.

With a part
That will poke,
Men never lack
For a joke.

You too,
Can have
An ichiban ramen.

Remove it.
Save it.
In a bottle
Or jar.

You too,
Can have
An ichiban ramen.

Ask any
Woman
And she'll
Tell you true:

All she wants
In her life:
Is "An ICHIBAN RAMEN!"
====

Nude Beaches
filk to Green Acres
---

Nude beaches are the place to play.
Soft women, who greet the day
Legs spread apart so nice and wide,
Just keep your bra and give me a teen's front side.

No! The pool, is where I'd rather play.
Well built men, to make my day
I just adore an up front view
Darlin' you're handsome but flabby will never do.

The bores!
The whores!
Spilt hair!
Balls bare!
You are my wife!
Good bye, party life.

Nude beaches, we are there.
---
For 
comparision, here are the lyrics to the Green Acres theme song:

Green Acres is the place to be
Farm livin' is the life for me.
Land spreadin' out so far and wide,
Keep Manhattan, just give me that countryside.

No, New York is where I'd rather stay
I get allergic smelling hay.
I just adore a penthouse view.
Darling, I love you but give me Park Avenue.

The chores!
The Stores!
Fresh air!
Times Square!
You are my wife!
Good-bye, city life!
Green Acres we are there.
====

Doing the Doggy Slap
---

At my ass the dog did snuffle
Then upon my back he did jump
Once he settled his feet did shuffle
While his dick stabbed my rump

Now we're doing the doggy slap
 From my ass his cum will slosh
When we're done he'll take a nap
After my ass his tongue does wash.

His drool upon my back will pool
While I my prick will jerk
The touch of fur is really cool
Toenail scratches are quite a perk.

Now we're doing the doggy slap
 From my ass his cum will slosh
When we're done he'll take a nap
After my ass his tongue does wash.

I'll drain his balls rest assured
His head will hang between his legs
Because multi orgasms will have occurred.
Since I'm the bitch that he pegs.

Now we're doing the doggy slap
 From my ass his cum will slosh
When we're done he'll take a nap
After my ass his tongue does wash.

Then I'll flip the bitch to her back
And suck her cunt until it's slick
Then when it's good and slack
I'll fill it full with long hard prick

That how we'll do the doggy slap
She'll pant and gasp with every thrust
It won't take long to pop my cap
And spill my cum to make a crust.

I'll wait until my dick is limp
That way I know she'll get it all
She'll never think I'm a wimp
I'll be the one she wants to ball.

That how we'll do the doggy slap
She'll pant and gasp with every thrust
It won't take long to pop my cap
And spill my cum to make a crust.

Her nose will dive between my thighs
Her eyes will cross before they close
I'll leave her with contented sighs
Once I gently kiss her nose.

That how we'll do the doggy slap
She'll pant and gasp with every thrust
It won't take long to pop my cap
And spill my cum to make a crust.
---

"Give a minute...
   Give the gift of friendship to a stranger."
====

Filk M/bitch zoo

This one is done to the tune:
"It Was a Very Good Year"
-

She was a very good bitch
by Stasya T. Canine
---

When she was new in life,
She was a beautiful bitch.
She was a beautiful bitch with floppy ears
And soft lustrous fur.
I'd cuddle with her
And hide from the strife.
When she was new in life.

When she was loving me,
She was a beautiful bitch.
She was a beautiful bitch with hot-blooded ways.
Who spoke a lustful wail
As she flagged with her tail.
Then she came for me.
When she was loving me.

In the prime of her life
She was an elegant bitch
She was an elegant bitch with head held high
As she strode with me.
We'd walk to the sea.
Her eyes would come alive
In the prime of her life

But now her breath grows short
As I put her head in my lap.
And now she closes her eyes a final time.
Her final sighs.
The tears flow from my eyes
When I feel her final twitch.
She was a *very* good bitch.
====

Celebration
---

After we wined and dined,
With our fingers intertwined
And found a brand new way
To celebrate--Christmas Day.

I kiss your bright red lips
Then hold your ample hips
While you gently sway
In your special way.

We dance across the floor,
Through the bedroom door,
To settle on the couch
In a comfy slouch.

The tree is bright and cheery,
My eyes get wet and blurry
The year, it's been a wonder
That our love, it didn't sunder.

Looking forward, still together,
Though calm and stormy weather
What more could I ever wish for
Than your love--for evermore?
---

May you have a *very* Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.  :)
====

poem MF rom

Dreams of Love
---

Dark blond hair 
Frames an ordinary face.
She touches with a care
That makes my heart race.

Who is she?
The woman I love.
In every dream I see
Her gentle eyes, above.

Movements swift.
Movements slow.
Her love is a gift.
A treasure, I know.

Who is she?
The woman I love.
In every dream I see
Her gentle eyes, above.

Fingers so light
Make my skin quiver
I dream of a night,
Of the love I can give her.

Who is she?
The woman I love.
In every dream I see
Her gentle eyes, above.

I yearn for the day
That she beckons to me
And shows me the way
To a future to be.

Who is she?
The woman I love.
In every dream I see
Her gentle eyes, above.

A woman to live for.
A feast for my eyes
Will she open her door
And end my goodbyes?

Who is she?
The woman I love.
In every dream I see
Her gentle eyes, above.
====

To My New Love
---

I wait,
Anticipating
Your gentle
Touch.

I seek
To know,
To savor,
Your presense.

I wonder
Where
Our love
Will go?

I smile
When
I think
Of us.

I relax
Whenever
You touch
My soul.

I selfishly,
Eagerly,
Want
Only you.

I feel
Awe
When we
Are together.

I love
You,
And us,
Together.
====

Ode To My Love
---

Your thrill, your passion,
Your sensual touch.

My ardour, my emotions,
My awoken desire.

Your warmth, your smile,
Your loving words.

My love, my joy,
My excited state.

Our ecstasy, our secrets,
Our fun.

Togetherness.
====

End:  Assorted Verse

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