Being there
As she
chased the birds and butterflies,
And the
scents of every season.
Being there
When my senses
were aroused
By the smell
of sweat on her youthful breast;
Being there
When my lips
touched the healing scars on her stomach;
Being there
When my fingertips
felt the wrinkles on her face.
Being there
From kiss to
kiss
And to love
her
In her every
being.
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