I leaned into her beauty, rare and sensual.
She gave to me her love, full and consensual.
Our love was hungry, generous, eager, ravenous.
Feasting there was by consent, mutual and continuous.
Flesh has memory and remembers vividly her sweet touch.
Her perfect lips brushed here and there taking and giving much.
Flesh has memory.
Love was hungry.
Beauty so gentle and rare.
I loved her then and will ever love my Barbara beyond all compare.