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I Travel Through Time for Him


I traveled many eons to find him through time,

This precious man---Lover of mine.

My eyes cannot feast enough on his beautiful face,

Because the word handsome--is not in the race.

When he combs his fingers through his thick-wavy-black hair,

My hand follows his without--a care.

Then, he held me close as his dark eyes sparkled and glowed,

Like warm fingertips his eyes caressed my face--and in his eyes his love showed.

His lips are the master of mine,

His lips sweet nectar takes me to Heaven to live in another time.

I never want another---because this man--is divine.

And his lovemaking is so incredibly fine.

I wrote this poem in 2012 in the ER--I sprain my ankle playing basketball.

© 2022 Barbara Purvis Hunter

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