Gratitude-------Humor
Oh, my love, without you, I cannot breathe,
That hot am of yours, going up my sleeve!
Eternal Father......... what a fine mensch,
I found that night on the slivered park bench!
Ouch, the pain, but ah, so sensually groovy.
We removed them on our knees in gratitude.
I mean it Father, not as a platitude, days ahead of nothing but him.
Add tall, frosted glasses, of ice cold, Bombay Gin!!
5/17/2021
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