Wandering into the domain of sex
Where sheets are undisturbed.
Where the echoes of the night
Have long since been unretrived.
The longing leaves a memory
Of nights when we were bold.
And even though years have passed,
What you savored never grows old.
Age is no deterent, I'm told,
And I find that not hard to believe.
The drive is always present,
And sometimes easy to retrieve.
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memories of the nights
advantage of re living!
Yes, George!
Lady Vivian
Ron
I choose to laugh first, cry later.
Love ya!
Jane
budd