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Within my heart and soul…
The moment I saw you laying there as the surf caressed your body… My desires erupted into memories of love scenes from the old movies… I began watching before puberty engaged my senses and I understood desire… The one scene that everyone remembers only lasted a few minutes… While the passion we shared flows beyond…
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Our hearts still hear one another…
We once shared our innermost thoughts… Our words were written by one and then the other… We crossed the lines they say do not exist… Be it a voice in the winds of time… An underlinning presences felt within… Being woken amidst a dream… Be it your touch… Be it voice, calling out my name……
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Our Little Game Of Love
Always in her face, never in her eyes… Game on, you know what you did… The way you looked at that woman… The one with the flirty eyes… The one who refused eye contact with me… Game on, My dear, I had to give her my name… How else would I have gotten us a…
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” I had no answer “
At first it was her hat… “ since my first rodeo, maybe all of six or seven at the time…and all the women there wearing different versions of cowboy hats…I’ve had this thing for women in hats” That’s what pulled me in… Then it was a different sort of vibe… “ I blame it on…
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” as if we knew “
There were so many dreams So many times I felt her presence… So many times I knew it was her… So many times I felt her touch… Upon my arm, when she entered my dream… Upon my back, being touched when I sat down on the bed… Upon my lips, rising out of bed to…
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” a realm without love “
It began with sounds as if something was moved, disturbed as if bumped into… Like that scene in the movie with the ripples in a glass of water… You know something had to be the cause, “for every cause there is an effect”… Perchance they mere echos from the Id, thoughts and memories buried so…
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“ butterfly kisses “
We were stirred by the sounds of those ancient drums as the curtain swayed and scent of a long overdo rain filled the room followed by the slightest chill. She snuggled in close as the butterfly kisses caressed my bare chest followed by her soft kisses that slowly aroused me ever so lovely. As her…
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” find your way home “
There are times when you come across one that can not be ridden. There are times when you learn that one, only wants one rider. With everything happening around you whose eyes do you want to see? It’s not who do find in your dreams, iwho you go searching for when you close your eyes.…
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” who loves wildflowers “
You can take the boy out of the high desert in which he was born. You can take him away from the mountains he once explored. You can take him from the horse’s, he use to ride. You can plant him near an ocean where he can hear the pounding surf and gentle caress of…
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” the love from which “
Each day I traverse within the forests of my mind… Each day I converse with my friends through words and images… As we share the visions of our hearts and souls… Spreading the beauty of our creation… And the love from which our creation was born… #stairways, # love, #friendship, #poetry
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