The Love Of His Life Poem by Trevor Brookes

Some call her his trophy
Some say she is too good for him
All say she is the love of his life
There is never enough time to be together
He longs to touch her
He runs his hands down her sleek curves and caresses her every inch
She never seems to show her age
He has to touch her and feel the bond between them
It is all too soon over, their intimate time together
He takes a last loving look at the love of his life
He closes the garage door and turns for the house on a call from his wife