We made love in the afternoon
The warm sun radiating through curtains
Gently drawn
Bodies naturally warm and glowing
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I liked your poem. Shelly, Keats, and to savor love in the afternoon. As William Blake said, 'The nakedness of woman is the work of God.'
Ah, cling to those now moments before you get to old to relish them anymore. What a great poem.