I taste
your breast,
the roses
so tender,
erect
to the night,
searching
valleys
peaks
so erotic,
flesh upon flesh
soul upon soul.
As in days of old
we share
a bliss so kindred,
even the gods
could not steal.
what we two ache
in our hearts. . . .love. . .
Timothy Michael DiVito c2019
https://e23black.wixsite.com/timdivito
