Magical Times
Lovers' passions blossom
as the years slip by,
and sex still feels awesome;
no word of a lie.
Sweethearts enjoy walking,
strolling hand in hand;
laughing, texting, talking,
their lives feel so grand.
Smiling, playful, joking,
simply sharing fun;
stroking, kissing, poking,
sends blues on the run.
Banter leads to hugging,
two meld into one;
jostling, screaming, tugging,
memories get spun.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2018
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