we walk the fertile ground,
with eyes undressed by longing.
senses raw and yielding,
hungry for the night,
and the last promise of light
just before the dawn....
with naked hearts pounding strong
as waves against the shore....
running on belief, an ounce of wonder,
and the scent of a woman's touch!
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An exceptional poem. A man would understand the essence of what you have written. Thanks for this work....... J. L. Price