Will You Love Me in December?

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I experience a rebirth in Spring,

Sweeping away decayed leaves

Of past relationships,

Clearing a path for new growth. 

 

With a gentle kiss,

A seed is planted,

Watered and nourished

By careful attention.

 

We fully bloom in Summer,

With passions exploding,

Gradual explorations

Turn to frenzied fucks.

 

Love is discovered

Between entwining bodies.

We bind ourselves to each other,

Warmed by our voiced commitment.

 

A change arrives with Fall,

Ushering us into a new season,

With patience tried,

Devotion tested.

 

We adapt,

To the changing colors,

Holding each other tighter,

With the shifting winds.

 

I lovingly coax your limp cock,

Intimacy still found between us.

More time is needed

To ignite our fires.

 

The effects of gravity,

Tugging at my body,

Do not pull you from me.

Your tongue still tastes me.

 

Winter marks my face,

Representing mem’ries to you.

Years of laughter and tears,

Ingrained within us.

 

What was wet, 

Is now dry.

What was hard,

is now soft.

 

The time has come,

When only kisses remain.

Your hand in mine,

Until the end of December.

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Published 5 years ago

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