Dinner.....
I've made love.
On wooden, parquet, floors!
Full of Gyros,
and German beer.....
Sober....On sandy beaches.
In open fields, behind.... Closed doors.
Skins, silky soft, of various colours,
and hues !
In many different tongues
I've heard, lovers ......sigh.
Though their words, have never lasted.
Nor stood the test of time.
And the memories, have now,..... faded.
All.....
C'ept
For one.
Giajl © Jim Love