He found the gate where passion stirs,
A sacred bond, where trust occurs.
With gentle care, he crossed the line,
Where love and joy in silence shine.
In soft embrace, the moments flow,
With understanding, hearts aglow.
No words were needed, yet all was clear,
In tender touch, love drew near.
A space so deep, a place to feel,
Where comfort, trust, and warmth are real.
In every motion, every sigh,
He found a place where hearts could fly.
Through acts of love, where hearts align,
Their connection strong, their spirits fine.
In quiet moments, joy was found,
As trust and pleasure did abound.
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No offense to @urushel2001, but I’m certain it’s AI generated. It has that unfocused, rambling quality of AI text (never quite moving forward, instead repeating motives / ideas with slight variation), a mostly okay meter that stumbles in places that would be obvious to someone who can write in verse, and the kind of rhyme that scans but doesn’t add anything to the text.
Yeah it has that soda pop feel about it too.
I think we need something some ASSonance in any poetry for this site.
He came home to an open house
She came home to open her arse
The woman of the house
And the man of the arse
Did acts filthy acts that were perverse
Sorry that’s a bit Sid James, but poetry for anal enthusiasts needs more bite, more edge, I think.
I would always recommend you write yourself. It’s always more meaningful, and you improve your communication and language skills 
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