A Woman I Love
A woman I love is summer,
wet skin quite warm on mine.
The flames of passion become her
in sultry nights divine.
She also finds fall pleasing.
With change she does adapt,
lending pleasure in all seasons
with love endless and untapped.
Winter will not find her dormant.
She's weathered cold before.
Two hearts in each's orbit,
will remain evermore.
By spring she's resurrected
and I'm in love again.
We are cosmically connected
with a raging fire within.
12/18/19
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