BOB STRUM
TRUFFELS
AND TRIFLES
Truffles
and trifles.
A joy
to be living.
Sighs
which we stifle.
Both of
us giving.
Mouths
that are blended
In a
magic embrace.
Perfectly
blended
As we
lie face to face.
Lovers
engaged in
The
sharing of passion.
Come
let us begin
Complete
abdication.
Rhythm
entrancing,
A
heaven sent treasure.
Two
souls are dancing,
Quite
lost in the pleasure.
You are
my lover.
We are
sharing a bed.
Who
needs a cover?
I’ll
embrace you instead.
BOB STRUM
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