She is discreet
When we meet.
Her bare legs touch mine.
And behind
All the kisses and wine
I find
Old Father Time.
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Thank you for sharing, Michael. Kevin
Very thoughtful, Kevin! Have a beautiful Monday! xx Michael
Thank you, Michael. You also, have a good Monday. All the very best to you. Kevin
A poignant poem, Kevin. I love it.