January 19

I wanted to write a poem tonight
    about passion and desire.
A poem that would celebrate
    the joy of loving you,
        give testimony to your tenderness
            your gentleness,
the softness of your skin,
    the heat of excitement,
        the pleasures found within.

But you are so much more than just
    a single night of bliss,
so much more than I can ever
    hope to touch or kiss.
The joy of loving you begins
when our passion has been spent,
as you sleep within my arms
    smiling and content.
The joy of loving you begins
each time I hear you say
that you love me when you wake
at the dawn of each new day.

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