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” Her Inner Beauty “
As the days grow shorter a cold wind whispers to the trees. And the leaves begin their journey carried by the winds of Autumn. Into the rivers and streams some will travel far into the oceans of our world a few will be chosen. Directed by whispers in winds of Autumn into the lakes and…
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Could I Do The Same
At first I thought it was her eyes…The more I looked, the more I saw…Every inch of her spoke to me…Without words…Questions,From her mind…From the very depths of her soul…From the expression of her lips…The way she was dressed…I found it very difficult to focus on her eyes…I found it very enticing…I found it very…
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” begins anew “
September Mornings are my favorite time of year… She has worn; her favorite shades of green, as she awakened… Following the last cool breezes of Winter… You might say I’m a voyeur at heart… With the first loss of her coverings in dog days of Summer… She has enticed me with the smallest drops of…
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” as I whispered her name “
With cup in hand, I ventured out into the first, cold morning of Autumn… I felt the her cold breath upon my neck, as a murder took flight… With a fluttering of mostly auburn leaves, like the color of her hair… As I moseyed around the little trails, worn into the forest around me… Listening…
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” A Long With Nothing Else “
Our first meeting… Too many hours of straddling my old Hogg… My lips were so dry, and chapped… They felt like I had just returned from Hell… Our eyes locked the moment I walked through the door… As she stood behind the bar… She nodded towards an empty stool… She set an ice cold mug…
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” love was the only sound “
Within her whisper… There are rules… You can not speak… That includes moans, whimpers… Only the silent cries of pleasure… No marks can be left behind… No makeup or colognes… No deodorant… No articles of clothing… Love was the only sound… #love, #fantasy, #romance, # passion image by Creative Commons
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” the woman with the red cup “
Anyone who’s ever cruised down.. Sections of olde Route 66… Knows about those long stretches of road… Between gas stations and coffee shops… And those stretches can be brutal any time of year… Let alone the months of July and August… My gauge was getting close enough… To kiss the Big E… As my body…
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” only a giggle “
One day I heard a voice, so I followed the sound… It came with what sounded like someone pounding on a door… That was the day I found my way out of that tree… I was a young boy exploring the woods near my home… I remember reading a story about a hundred acre forest……
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” the kite in her storm “
On a day long ago … I found myself in a poetry group… I decided to walk about and look around… It was a new group only a month or so old… I would throw caution to the wind…. It was that day you look back upon… And you know it was a turning point……
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” the tangos of our soul “
Within the recesses of the tangos of our souls… I listen to the tempo of your voice… Every move during the entanglement of our odyssey… As the linguistics of you I savor with each move… Within the swirls of our rhythms… As we rewrite each move to the desires of our soul… A tsunami of…
