100 Words on Love, by Steven Lake
Counting not the time to our departing
But to our next encounter
Whether for breakfast, a movie or in bed
I never know how it will end.
Yet I don’t live in anxiety, quite the opposite.
I live in anticipation of our coming together,
Of touching your essence, of sharing mine.
Life with you is like a fine wine, waiting to be savoured
Drunk to the last drop.
Your taste swirls in my mouth as you pass down my throat,
And always, an exquisite aftertaste. Then, you are in my veins,
My mind explodes with you at the center – counting.
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