Our Love
The power of our love is intense
Though its meaning is not quite known
But when done, our passions are well spent
We linger in our tryst
Our husbands and wives left all alone
And turn again to us, their feelings we dismiss
If our love cannot be set a sea
To rise and fall against the waves
Then our hungering must be set free
It is ours to dismiss
And husbands and wives asleep at home
We turn again to us and revel in this bliss
Tim Keen
3-03-13
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Lovely, so lovely … thank you, Tim Keen.
Thanks, Cat.
Ahhh Adultery! 🙂
Never done it, though I had the option twice in my life! 🙂
God Bless!
Prenin.
Me neither. It’s just a little poem.
Thanks,
Tim
What is this attractiveness about adultery, I wonder? is it the furtiveness of embarking into the unknown? Or is it a way to move out of boredom?
Shakti
That’s a very good question. Despite the poem, it is something that has never been for me, but it is a mainstay of civilization. People always seem to need what they don’t have even if what they don’t have is exactly the same thing they already have.
I hope that made sense. It did in my head anyway.
Thanks for stopping by.
Tim
I thought that made perfect sense.
Thanks, Tammy, as always. I am glad it did.
Tim