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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