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
Short Love Poems: 11