Were each bead…. dripping passion

Of perspiration…. panting stretching

Stole the art of conversation…. crying out

A’mour amour…. Mon Cherie amour

Silence…. now speaks volumes

Dawn broke…. so gently

Asking for…. an encore

I just sighed in reply…. clasping her hand in mine

On into the morning…. we breach as we reached

Stretching each sinew…. as we once more

We lose the art of conversation….

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Laying back in heaven…. a warm summer breeze

Whispers tickle my ears…. blows on the curtain net

Catching my eye…. a blue sky and a summer

Silhouette of you…. naked.

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That summer’s been…. sad now its gone

I now have a winter…. Content.