Wanted Love/Lust
We lay,
side by side.
Nighttime
lazily passes
as the rain
patters on the
window
Salty taste
of love-making
wetness
drips
off of our bodies,
intermingling
This isn't
just a Fk
Her hands
grip my
buttocks
firmly-
….I thrust
again
Lusts aroma
has kept the
ripeness of
want alive.
Her pussy
smells so
sweet,
my cock
refuses to
retire
Candles
melt away
onto the
dresser.
We wanted.
We needed.
We lay,
side by side
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poem by Tim Labbe
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