What is Love to You?
Intimacy is a Rowboat
Life is but a dream

A gentle boat parts The lapping water of the stream, Just as you would coax me To open up and let down my softened gates. The oars of the boat Dip in and out, Pulling back, And pushing forward again, So like the rhythm Of an amorous adventure. A generous release of ardent feeling Erupts in the dash of a rowboat, And in the passionate union of two people.
The smooth boat rides quick Across the glassy water, Slipping over the images Of bright sky and lush trees. Our bodies ride quick too Over the roving sheets, Where we satisfy the fantasies Of our minds and hearts.
The agile synchrony Of arms, legs, and oars, Against the tough but yielding water, Is like the dance of our coordinated limbs, Lifting here and falling there, With the ease and grace of nymphs.
Like rowboats, like people, We flow together in music, Tender and sweet, Thrilling and soothing. The rowboat dallies with the stream, As our intimacy swims in the river of joy.
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