Whispers in a darkened room
Two bodies locked in passions dance
Lust and longing both consume
Exploring hands enhance 

Sacred vows lie on the floor
Discarded with their clothes
Craving love, they search for more
Trust lost in the throes 

Sated bodies, guilty hearts
Have failed to fill the void
Did they really just make love
Or was it just destroyed

Originally posted Jan 2013


About oldmainer

I am retired and live in southern Maine with my wife and two dogs. I started Oldmainer as an outlet for my occasional opinions and random observations, with some poetry thrown in. I welcome anyone that wants to kick back and join me here on the porch, exploring all the gifts we have been given and the memories collected. Thanks for stopping by.
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