Trifling With Love

I recall our early life together: we were primitive little savages when it came to matters of Heart – needy and wanting, demanding and all insatiable – the envy of older, far wiser~ those drained Sophisticates, reduced to salivating voyeurs. And though life has yearly ripened us, you are still my Honey Pot...and I your dangling Plum of Sugar. Finely tuned hearts are really priceless, and ageless. And love was meant to be trifled with, when realized to be fearless, thoroughly explored, elastic~ sensing tender Eternity shared....