Our lips touched it wasn't a kiss It was a connection Our bodies intertwined it wasn't sex It was fire Our souls met it wasn't an accident It was fate Our satisfaction wasn't planned It was meant to be We laid down with contentment in each others arms delighted to have pleased each other
A poem written by a Gent about our time together
The best time to plant a tree was 20 years ago. The second best time is now.
Chinese Proverb