Another poem, by Dennis
In the touch
In the Velvet Friction
In the nameless delight
Of the ultimate caress
That empties out in the act
There is a Mysterious pact
In the delirious spasm
Hallucinating heaven
And the hell of a slow dying
We become one when you are mine
And in the instant I am yours.
Until later,
Ann and Dennis
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