While resting on virgin white . . . You lay upon me: Our legs entangled, our bodies embraced, The first rays of sunshine, by your smile, are graced. Our minds, awakened, recall last night again. Soon, we'll make love; While resting on virgin white . . .
Reason for writing:
Written to the greatest love of my life who later left me.
For further insight read my poem An Outcry that can also
be found on CyberPages' Poem archive.
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