Making Love
By 1stpoet
Making Love The times when passion rises and bodies mingle and melt is ever oh so special when the fruits of love are felt as the sun breaks through the window in those waking hours the fragrance of glowing skin humbles all the flowers after a day of working covered in grime and sweat together in the shower sharing the joys of getting wet after eating a hot meal when strength has been regained the unbridled moans of passion for hours can be sustained as night falls down upon the land under covers soft and warm the two consumed in love held in each other’s arms © Copyright 2001 1st Poet Inc. William S. Dawes Written December 2nd, 2001 © on Dec 02 2001 12:00 AM PST 0 • 8
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