Slide in and out, up and down.
Hands try to hold on.
I am erect, you are curved.
Arms, elbows, tits and ass.
We stand alone yet joined together.
Black and white with shades of gray.
You go up while I go down.
You go out while I come in.
The answer is the question.
Why do I love you?
Why?
Do I love you?
In life there are people and things you love, and people and things you think that you love. The difference is so slight that sometimes it's difficult to tell the difference.
When in doubt, wait. True love does not know time.
Robert
2016
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