The HoneyMoon
...Countless moments in floral aroma-we bask
Embraced-the lovers-in fragrance-mask
...Morning awakens-from sleep-time task
...NightTime slumber? -We needn't ask!
Two Honeymooners love their bed...
With thoughts of many acts in their heads...
For them-'tis nothing left un-said...
...As their total passion has been fed!
poem by Theodora Onken
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