I love to love my Love
what is it of my Love I love the most
which loveliest of lovely traits adore
so many of her pleasures I could boast
if all were willed to me, I would want more
her fragrant chestnut hair excites my skin
her scent elates me borne on slightest breeze
who dreamt...not I...her favor I would win
her “bluest of the blue” eyes own with ease
with feline grace, emerges from her clothes
with tender grasp her touch my spirit sings
so exquisite the petals of her rose
where pleasure dwells, what she desires, I bring
What is it of my Love I love the most
of her love so freely shared...that will I boast


















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Thank you, Chris...
Thanks, John...
Loving is what really counts.
I hope you have more than you need...