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He asked me, How was it For a woman When that moment Of craving, no longer fits…
A heaving surge, he said Does have its time: Sometimes coloured too By an affection Somewhat most fine…
But when that Time moves ahead, It leaves behind Only a fondness Divorced from the bed…
But reverse it is For me at least, I said, For when love Comes to stay It does yearning spread…
That moment, I mused, Does it ever pass- If it has Left within a Tenderness unsurpassed…
No clock does then tick, No feelings go away, For once love abounds Instantly in an instant Desire does passion sway…
~Glowing Embers~
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