Along life’s path, of many fine things,
Special friendships appear, without any strings.
They satisfy voids, fill in our gaps,
When love has turned stale, and loving collapsed.
Messy— is a word that describes love the best,
Clandestine at times, even secretive quests.
All for mere moments of splendor & bliss,
The deep rooted pleasure, of a deep rooted kiss.
Love isn’t fair,...
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