In The Twilight Of Barcelona - Poem by William Jackson
In the twilight of Barcelona
I gaze into your eyes, my beloved,
I smell the sweetness of your hair,
I cradle your face in the palm of my right hand,
and press, with my left, the length of your lithe body into mine.
I taste the saltiness of your lips as I kiss you on the mouth.
Life is good!
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