Hours
The hours spent with her
are like stones that build a city
they lead to meadows fertile and green
house to house, a road in between...
Hours spent cuddling with promises made
clouds out of trickling rain
spun of lovely erotic music
hours freeing me of eternal pain...
Our love is a tapestry of minutes and hours
souls touching in soothing tone
blending together our longings fulfilled
hours with her such as I have never known!
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