Sunday, June 11, 2017

The Art of Making Love
















early morning light,
remembering
making love to you
last night;
everything
ceased to exist,
and for a moment
life was only
a transition,
changing
with each touch
of your tender lips;
I’m told,
by those
much wiser than I,
that words must be
learned,
that to live,
you must study
someone else’s life,
if this is true,
then I suppose
you cannot make love,
without watching
xxx movies;
I say,
make your own words,
live your own life,
learn to make love
in your own way,
then;
it will be your words,
it will be your life,
it will be your love;
not some teachers.
.

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