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Each Curve Sinew And Nerve (somewhat adult) In the night that's dark just a hint and spark from the moon that shines above I discern each curve and sinew and nerve as I view the one I love. From her breasts that heave like I can't believe to her tummy flat and firm to that downy spot that is boiling hot I've enough to make me squirm. But that scented rose where the nectar flows to pervade the ends of night is the place I'm drawn for the way it's "on" be it known I need no light. -Richard |
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4/23/2007 6:35 am |
Beyond the lost horizon Peace began with your smile Images through the mist Surrender and beguile. Cosmic colour splash Immortalize my worth Just make this moment last My salvation, my rebirth. Grasping pyramids of pleasure As slumber veils eclipse Simmer delicate transmission Tender kisses upon my lips. Sustain my smoldering passion While invoking my desire Whisper, blazing, torrid secrets Intensify this fire. Sire this addiction Sweet surrender, I accede Remembering love's splendor You evaporate this need. moon2u We are the leaves of one branch, the drops of one sea, the flowers of one garden.
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Hi Thoreau, My goodness! Between you and Kismet, I feel like starting to write poetry again! I'd forgotten how potent it is! Thanks again! Take care!
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4/23/2007 9:38 am |
Thank you all for the warm feedback. Roxy, you may need some more java, eh... Kismet that was quite brilliant. Rocketship, indeed poetry can be very potent... txlady, "wow" is sufficient... Richard
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