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“Poetry burns in our hearts with the passionate heat of a lover’s embrace.”
A Thousand Times
Each time,
I find in her a distinct gratification –
far better thrill than last time,
even though we’ve exhausted
each other a thousand times.
A philanderer knows the ecstasy
of having had a thousand dames,
once each time, but will never know
what gleams in the eyes of old couples
when they stare at each other
across a room a thousand times.
Fidelity is a more potent elixir
than any potion sold by a playboy
in the Intimacy market.
Copyright © Ugo Nkwoala | Spilledwoords | 2020
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I totally agree with you on that score. Other than its health benefits, fidelity is a thing of honor.
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