Married Life
Senses that make me smile about you
I see into your eyes with pure delight,
I hear your whispers in the night,
I touch the warmth your hand, so near,
I smell your farts, in bed all night
A taste of married life. Good night.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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