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I made love to you
last night.
I poured passion
through each touch,
and yours
rose to greet me.
It was two wellsprings
spilling in to
each other.
It was splendid.
A hot morning
seemed to take away
some of it,
all the thick kisses
and depth.
Yet, I have thought
it was gone before-
but when we greeted
I was surprised
at how greedily
our eyes danced with desire;
how instantly I wanted
to touch you.
I forgot all uncomfort
and fell in
to a happy reunion
filled with bliss.
I am befuddled
by words unspoken.
More than anything,
I am befuddled
by my behavior,
which is unpredictable
even to me
but maybe not...
I did come prepared
for anything.