Poem -

The Most Perfect Love

                                                                                  how he loved the way she
                                                                                              always tried
                                                                                   to manipulate the swell ..
                                                                                           and of course
                                                                                 the way she rode the ever
                                                                                          undulating tide ..
                                                                                 and how she wore him like
                                                                                         a bespoke glove ..
                                                                              then used him, as a template
                                                                                              to always
                                                                              make the most perfect love ..

 

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Marion

A most perfect write also. Erotic without saying a word ...X

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Neville

You could not have made me smile bigger if you tried .. that is precisely what I hoped someone might say .. thank you M x

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Gwendoline

Worded perfectly. You made intimacy beautiful here Nev x

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Neville

and what could possibly be better than that ....... thank you Gwen n truly x

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