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Love Poem # 167
Our Story
My grizzled eyes stalked your lissome limbs
And discovered camouflaged curves
I purred a secret smile
I'm not reckless and thought to retire
But then your winsome smile
My surprised spirit soared on seldom seen condor wings
My excitement ripened like a restrained volcano
You snared my mind with comfortable associations
We progressed; each touch thrilled arousal
Now, you welcome my eyes, lips, and feckless fingers
My touch is no trespass
You've let me pass the sentries around your soul
And we soar.
- Chris Banner -
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