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Posted: 9/20/2007 9:53:25 PM | 
Nah...you just fly well together  | |
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Posted: 9/20/2007 10:04:10 PM | I Love You
of course i love you;
didn't you hang the moon?
isn't it you love,
who places the sun in the sky each morn?
i know your lips are whispering in my ear
as the wind gently carresses my face;
my heart is bouyed,
reassured
in the summer thunder,
fall colors,
winter white snow.
you are everywhere;
this i know | |
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Posted: 9/20/2007 10:21:51 PM | That was beautiful Virgo*
Two leaves that fell from trees afar
Drift on Fall winds
Land on a star
Shone brightly as the two 'came one
And turned their face
To greet the sun
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Posted: 9/21/2007 4:44:31 AM | The warmth of my morning coffee,
reminds me of you, as I wake
to a gentle day.
You are never far away.
The sun in it's refreshing splendour,
invigorates my every sense,
with thoughts of you.
for your love so true.
I await your return. | |
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Posted: 9/21/2007 11:42:18 AM | Do not await my return
For my muse has come to call,
taken me to far off lands to dwell
and play.
Keep your thoughts of me ever present,
fresh as dew on morning grass;
remember my antics with amusement
and laughter,
store away memories of the way we played
for lonely winter nights .
Surely in springtime
I shall call
bearing gifts
for only you;
my arms, lips,
words of soft beguiling lies
whispered into your heart. | |
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Posted: 9/21/2007 12:16:11 PM | You walk with me,
in my dreams,
caressing my senses,
stoking the fire
of hidden desire,
lashed to the mast
of life,
never strife,
just to touch your lips
to mine,
arms entwine,
embracing the moment,
waiting, moving,
as the heavens
explode,
whispers of love
a requiem
of hearts. | |
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Posted: 9/21/2007 12:53:40 PM | conjoined are we
at the heart
within our souls lies the cord
that engenders us
to touch lips,
tightly weaving legs,
encircling arms 'round
'round, 'round...
bewitched are we,
in the moment of consummate love
cupid's arrow pierces;
we crumble, exhausted
besotted.
captivated to crystal gazing
we meld
dreaming as one
for the time of awakening. | |
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Posted: 9/21/2007 1:04:38 PM | Let me get scattered on my own sight
let me burn...with her memory
If I have to live, then for whom?
Let me walk in the road of death...
Don't give me promise of relation
Let me drawn-in like a paper boat
Don't teach me how to laugh
Let me forget it till I breath
Don't look at my glance
Let me flow my tears in the loneliness
I have so much complain to mind and heart
Let me hide behind the mummy/sepulture/grave
It is the duty to die ... in the love
Let me be ashes to fulfill this ritual.
I ask the angel of death
.."what take you so long?"
Darkness falls on me like rain...
just one drop at a time.... | |
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Posted: 9/21/2007 1:50:30 PM | My hands cupping your face,
melting into you, like snow and ice
in a spring thaw, skin against skin,
flash on flesh, soft as a cloud.
Here, present in this moment,
the only moment time matters,
for nothing else exists, beyond
you and me, a moment yet to be. | |
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Posted: 9/21/2007 2:15:22 PM | A gentle rain,
A wind's caress,
A trees whisper,
Nothing less,
nature's talk,
like the womb,
as I walk,
through mist
of dawn. | |
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Posted: 9/21/2007 5:18:48 PM | tendrils of the wind tiptoe by me
reaching out a fingertip
as it passes
caressing my cheek
then gone
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Posted: 9/21/2007 6:54:38 PM | | I love that Champrins^^^really nice | |
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Posted: 9/21/2007 7:21:17 PM | Virgonight,
just swing on by
cannot reach you,
restrictions apply.
I await your highness
with open arms. | |
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Posted: 9/21/2007 7:24:30 PM | here I am to run amok
I jumped a puddle and got stuck
so as I trapse across your floor
I leave my footprints at your door
If they should dry into your rug
it's not my fault, I say and shrug
I told them not to follow me in
I say to you with impish grin
but darn those footsteps they dont hear
when I say, "don't you come in here!"
and follow me is what they do
all the way up to hug on you
*hehehe* Hiya | |
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Posted: 9/21/2007 7:30:18 PM |
great write sweety, cute and sweet. | |
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Posted: 9/21/2007 10:27:09 PM | come lover,
grant my every desire...force
mouth to tongue,..
capture succulent
sweet toes between
full lips;
arms, render me
unyielding
and dusky eyes, rake my length
while ears hear
soft, low mewing as
throat
arched
in
sweet surrender
cries out for your touch
long
slow
tender | |
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Posted: 9/21/2007 10:33:27 PM | I will try to do justice to this my dearest friend, but for now it is late, and I must get to bed. I will take your sweet words and vision with me, and there I shall hold the depths of your passion within me.
I will be back! Good night sweet spirit | |
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Posted: 9/22/2007 11:50:32 AM | Follow me in the footsteps of past lovers;
walk with me as I gather memories from the periphery of my long ago;
hold my hand, do not let me stumble
ore the sad and unforgiving that is mine alone
For I have lived and loved,
my lives have been a tapestry woven with tarnished silver threads…
yet there are shiny golden wefts included in the weave
that emerged from my
Loom of Lives
Many have come before and some may follow in lives yet unborn;
the brave and the foolhardy have climbed through the window of my desire
and while I loved, I scorned
Until you
Warp and weft of live’s weave stops here, if only for a while, a century,
while we halt the sands of time
Fingers of long lost lovers caress my hair,
ghostly lips play ore my body as if yesterday,
eyes of other lovers watch as we become
as one
You do not know of them
yet their incubus lovemaking increases my longing for you
and your ardor
heightens
reckoning my desire to your conclusion. | |
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Posted: 9/22/2007 8:24:15 PM | My eyes locked onto yours,
speaking in a silent language,
glazed, yet soft, filled with you,
your essence, enflamed with passion,
as we reached the door.
My hands locked with yours,
dancing fingers stroking,
touching, embracing the sparks,
feeling each shock, weakening the legs,
yet standing, bodies colliding.
In wild abandon, my tongue
strikes! quickly tracing your lips,
tip to tip, entering that zone,
warm, moist, deep,
tongue entwines tongue.
Hands travelling, with a mind of their own,
On fire, arms encircle, drawing each other nearer,
Body against body, hot with desire
clothes begin to fall,
while hands bring the tempest
to a boil, falling, as if slow motion.
Lips locked, eyes locked,
bodies soaked with anticipation, sweating
climbing to heights familiar,
yet unfamiliar, hungry for the next,
as my mouth and tongue
descend, kissing, licking,
stimulating your flesh,
until finally arriving,
in that place so sacred.
No stopping now, the flames erupt,
filling both with the rhythm
of our love, we unite, slowly,
penetrating to the depth of our souls,
legs pulling, tangling, hands stroking,
touching , igniting fires deep within,
long full strokes faster and faster,
and then....ecstasy, as we collapse
into each other, shaking and trembling,
our embrace is one, the eyes
whisper the joy. | |
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Posted: 9/22/2007 8:40:25 PM | Good Gawd, man, you know how to tire a girl out!
I think... ..I might fall into a  after that...
g'nite | |
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Posted: 9/22/2007 9:05:37 PM | | Goodnight sweet lady...sleep tight! I know I will. | |
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Posted: 9/27/2007 1:47:45 PM | Though you seem so far away,
I need no vision of you today,
for here in my heart where no one sees,
your picture etched so perfectly.
through time and distance,
past the moon and a star,
I know right where to find you,
it's never very far.
I can touch you, and dream,
even when I sleep,
that image of us
I will always keep. | |
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Posted: 9/29/2007 8:29:40 AM | Good morn, love
tis good to find that I am
still in your mind.
your absence has made me wonder
what havoc I did plunder,
your fertile dreams are mine alone
of tis I am sure
reading your latest poem.
Not great, but gets the point across...where ya been, friend? | |
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Posted: 10/1/2007 2:08:47 PM | I am here....had to take a time out.
Seas...wild
Neptunes child
stirring waves
in pitch black
night.
Neptunes spear
forever near
electrifies the sky
while thunder
roars above. | |
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Posted: 10/3/2007 3:41:58 PM | There she sat,
beneath the yellow moon,
stirring her tears,
with a silver spoon.
There she sat,
just a homeless child,
out in the world,
just runnin wild.
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