This Moment

My woman—my wife—fills my soul with fire.

This woman’s sweet scent awakens my sleeping

manhood to a slow and steady firmness.

Then we embrace;

our passion, a raging storm of love.

I touch her in every way as she surrenders to love’s rapture.

Now we fall, ever so gently, like leaves from a winter tree

into the secret world of sleep and intimate memories.
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Short Love Poems by Sterling Hall
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