Not quite poetry.

Unable to control his breathing, he slowly approached her . . .
His heart raced, his blood pumped . . .
She was more beautiful each time he saw her . . .
Many years he had dreamed of her . .. 
Now, his dreams were a reality . . .
Gently he slipped up behind her and embraced her. . .
He whispered of his love and gently caressed her bare shoulders . . .
Shoulders glowing in the evening light. . .
 
THEN HIS WIFE CAME OUT BACK AND SAID, "WILL YOU LEAVE THAT PUMPKIN ALONE AND COME IN TO SUPPER!"
 
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