my tired soul reaches for the warmth of
your love,
and quivers at the touch of your fingers,
I catch my breath and close my eyes, as
our love washes over me,
I feel the heat burn
to the depths of my soul,
and we are one, our hearts beat together as
our bodies meld into the night,
the rythym of our love sways me
like the tall trees in an ocean wind
as the waves of passion fill the room,
and we rise to the heavens as we reach the peak of our heat,
crashing into the glorious explosion our passions have led us to,
and float gently, breathlessly onto our cloud of love,
we feel our hearts beating,
our souls speak to each other, and our
lives are filled with heat once more....
I met Jerome on a busy city street in Baltimore, Maryland, when he was forty-five years old. On that particular day, I was out and about, enjoying a much-needed day off from work.
I wanted to purchase a sukiyaki sub. I parked my car in an area of
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