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Hot Embers
Waiting
For my Lady
To have time for me
My fires burn slow.
But hot embers remain,
Ready to burst into flame
Upon her caress
Or slap.
For my Lady
To have time for me
My fires burn slow.
But hot embers remain,
Ready to burst into flame
Upon her caress
Or slap.
Published 26th Apr 2013
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27th Apr 2013 4:13am
27th Apr 2013 10:28pm
8th Jun 2013 11:35am
It's good to see a poem on sex in long term relationships- especially when it so potently(! sorry) and concisely expressed. We men have to accept that all we can do is to follow other quadrupeds- sniff back ends but do nothing until they stop walking.
