When first married, passion’s fire so hot, never the lovemaking did you scrimp.
Twenty years later, the embers are cold, and poker limp.
Tag: lovemaking
Love Song
Sweat glistened on bodies joined in carnal dance, trickled over softly rounded landscapes, dipped into secret valleys, while the frenzy increased. After echoes of the last soaring crescendo diminished, the slickened bodies separated, heartbeats slowed, and passion cooled the weeping love had ignited.