with your gentle hands ....
you stretched out the white linens ...
and you held me ....
stroke ever so gently ....smoothly ...
while I glide with pleasure ...
together we poured out our desires ....
word by word ... we utter our sighs ....
a moment we both treasure ....
breath then .... for a moment...
again ... you held me sweetly ...
sweet strokes of love and passion
and a poetry is created ....
A quills poem ....
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