sensual

HAY STACKS ARE FOR OLD LOVERS

Her hair grey like an overcast day,

Enchanting me with her sly smile,

As we hide away in the hay,

Like young lovers on the sly.

We huddle in a pile,

Carressing each other,

Hushing our whispers,

As we enjoy our secret smiles.

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The Author Page of Historian Steve Dundas

Trying to grow into the successful man God called me to be

Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.

Deep is my love. Deep is my passion. Deep is where I lift a world that's tearing itself down.

BY GRACE THROUGH FAITH

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