To Love a PoemMature

I was going to write a poem about sex.
About two lovers in an open field,
About how they eagerly ripped off each others clothes
and deserted them, loving only the other's nakedness
about how another pair of lovers
would lay for hours
enjoying each stage of clothed beauty
before gently removing it
enjoying life and love
and surfaces
as well as below... 

The End

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