It’s morning – her scent I can smell
A night to remember . . .
In the heat of a moment – all is well,
And then I just have to smile.
Moments when bodies entangled,
And they are still dancing in my head –
The empty glasses sit on the table,
As I lie quietly in the bed.
It’s morning – her scent I can smell
Lingering thoughts as the day begins –
Remembering the passion in her eyes,
Love expressed to its bitter end!
Like honey dripping from her mouth –
Before adventuring to the south!
Epaphroditus© February 13, 2024
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