RomanticDave BontaKissing gatewould a gate have equal share in the translation between us touching at first and open as a road giving both me and you our own past
RomanticDave BontaMistressa rough gentleman paid me for my heart we sat alone and not alone like a place to lay a wall
RomanticDave BontaCharmeda couple of green geese we are alone with the evening light thunder and lightning it seems everywhere else
RomanticDave BontaWobblywhere we sat close like the first time ever on ship I am come to not know what to do with my legs
RomanticDave BontaAging masochistnight rose let me go to bed and tie my hands I might be old but I could endure
RomanticDave BontaSilence loverI drink her wine but not her coffee I am buying love not an ear evening comes with few words to my bed
RomanticDave BontaElegant sufficiencyin poor parts of the world fields go hungry or rise to eat a peak but we have excellent table-talk my wife and I her old morning gown almost past use like balance to the sober
RomanticDave BontaSensateher morning touch proves an admirable strum as ear to ear we perfect the next letter
RomanticDave BontaDistractionI clog myself with desire and miss the peak alone in my barrow I endeavor to see give two loves for one late-night stay
RomanticDave BontaMatchedmy ice and her passion her stairs and my back wed like a pair of dice her home a lesson in light my mind heavy with arithmetic
RomanticDave BontaTogethernessin my book of tales you desire me not to speak only to touch a pair of shoes let alone all day seldom complain despair is an art
RomanticDave BontaPlanetoida peach in the palm is a sort of pleasure like her mouth when she speaks of travel as far as another home world