Portrait Of A Lady

Klimt

Time was, I loved you like breath.
The thrill of you. The penetration
of your mind, body and spirit.
Tanned thighs below that mini skirt.
The way your breasts blew me kisses.
The pleasure of kissing them back.
Your heels upon the small of my back.
Your innocent laughter when you came.
That you called me a Snow Man.
Nearly five decades are gone now.
I hope that you are still alive.
If not, you live on in my shivers.


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