Ink lings


Whispers in a darkened room
Two bodies locked in passions dance
Lust and longing both consume
Exploring hands enhance

Sacred vows lie on the floor
Discarded with their clothes
Craving love, they search for more
Trust lost in the throes

Sated bodies, guilty hearts
Have failed to fill the void
Did they really just make love
Or was it just destroyed

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About oldmainer

I am a retired manager living in Southern Maine and a would be writer of poetry, narratives, short stories, and random opinions, and that's how Oldmainer was born. Recently, I decided to try an experiment. I added photography to the mix, using only a cheap cell phone with a limited camera and the editing software that came with it, and added the blog site Inklings at to showcase the results. So, feel free to use whatever you find interesting or worthy, but please honor the terms of my copyright when and if you do. They may not be much, but they are still a piece of me. I appreciate your checking me out and hope that you find something that will encourage a return visit. Thanks for stopping by.
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