My awful poem

We made love on

Your porch last night

I saw in your eyes

The autumn skies

We held our hands

I when I looked once more

All I saw was white

Such winter eyes

Your hands felt so cold

When I kissed your lips

You began to move your hips

As we made love

On your porch last night 

On that summer night

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