We lie naked face to face in semidarkness,
your body's profile an exquisite, timeless curve ...
We touch, explore each other gently, somehow not erotic,
looking, seeing, exposing to each other
a wonder that is eternal, yes, erotic, yes, ours alone.
Thursday, October 9, 2014
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