Much More Than Passion Spent.
Than Passion Spent.
To lie in the stillness
of the night,
and simply share
each others breath,
in a close and scented proximity,
savoring the peace in just
knowing that he or she's there.
while you're dreaming,
warm as toast above the springs,
interlocked much like a puzzle,
back to front and butt to groin.
To hear the whisper of good morning,
the loving kiss that means goodnight,
while the moon is softly beaming,
radiant light on two snugged tight.
Beds are lonely when they're empty,
on one side, that gap is massive,
balance comes when two are sharing,
dreams and blankets, love that's passive.
It's not all about the joining,
of his flesh to hers, there's more,
that keeps life from dissapointing,
precious moments I adore.
Spend some time
just in her presence,
making small talk,
back rubs, laughter,
are also joys
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