Make Love Again

I got lost,
Lost in his eyes,
Colored black,
Deeper than the ocean.
His hands around my waist
and mine,
around his neck.

His body tightly pressed,
Getting harden,
Mine, soft as flower,
Could feel his pressure.
Making love,
He whispered softly;
"NEVER".
I got it,
"Never getting apart".

Today I understand,
All about "TRUTH".
Our truth is natural.
He is changed.
I am changed.
But never afraid of laughing on each others.
We cannot be who we were those days.
We were young and love was young,
Now,
Our love is matured.

But its also "TRUTH".
He is mine, I know.
I am his, he knows.
We hug and he still whispers "NEVER".
I smile and say" let`s make love again".
Love never gets old.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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