The TaperA Poem by Dave The Taper A taper flickers gently in the breeze that flows easily, shedding its light in the still darkening room. A shadow of you, softly moving, nightgown clad, softly you come to me, brush my hair, kiss my lips. My arms reach up to hold you, to feel your warmth, no resistance do you offer, sweet submission instead. Nightgown and sheets disappear with a torrent of kisses, the taper flickers intensely as the flames of love grow. © 2021 DaveReviews
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2 Reviews Added on January 26, 2021 Last Updated on January 26, 2021 AuthorDaveBridgewater, NJAboutDavid B. Pincus I am a retired teacher. I have taught in grades 5th-8th in New Jersey. I am married and have two grown daughters and four grandsons. I enjoy playing tennis and traveling. With m.. more..Writing
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