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Drauntz Member Elite
since 2007-03-16
Posts 2905Los Angeles California |
Ah, my love Ah, my love I whisper to the moon So round and so bright tonight I love you, with so much love With the tender feelings that I ever had A feather flying in the air And the churning sea that I ever held inside A hurricane blowing I did not prepare I long for the sight of your sturdy profile. I wish that you tiptoe here To give me a surprise To hold my eyes And warmly kiss my neck And tell me how much I was missed In such long day of hunting And rest your smile on my cheek To murmur that you are exhausted By thinking of me Last night, not in my dream You caressed my each fingers And put my cold hand on your warm breast And kissed me around and kissed me around You squeezed me so tight With so hot breath burning me You melted me but keep me intact To be mad at your guilty smile My love, Under this old willow tree, That has such warm tune in winter night With branches softly brushing gray mist I wait for you, longing to hear the sound of your steps. Ah, my love, you lit my inner fire So I am no longer cold inside the buffalo hide I’ll hug you just as yesterday I’ll kiss your forehead and eyes And the tip of your nose Your chin, your ear lopes Your lips? No. that’s bad, Your lips? No. That’s too much Your lips? I’ll taste this time My dear old willow tree Pray give me a hand to tame my heart Who is galloping so wild so in need a whip, a skipping child. My heart wants to sigh A deep happy sigh Come quick, my love To hold me for another night Before you talk to my dad Those fireflies So many, so bright Dancing to the pink dawn, Ah my love, a sip of you Made me so drunk, so drunk. **************** Thought when reading Marge’s book [This message has been edited by Drauntz (05-26-2007 10:29 AM).] |
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secondhanddreampoet Member Ascendant
since 2006-11-07
Posts 6394a 'Universalist' ! |
interesting write... I especially like: “rest your smile on my cheek To murmur that you are exhausted ...thinking of me” One small question: was the following supposed to be ‘dawn’ rather than ‘down’?!: “Those fireflies So many, so bright Dancing to the pink down,” |
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Drauntz Member Elite
since 2007-03-16
Posts 2905Los Angeles California |
Thank you Secondhanddreampoet. thank you for the read and the correction. imagine that a girl was singing a love song to her boy friend without knowing that he was killed already. |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Bao~ Oh my dear, dear sweet friend ... 'kissed me around and kissed me around' You have moved me to remember my Warrior of the days of old, in the world before we walked the pathways on this one ... so tender is the remember~  Just reading these beautiful inspires from you has given me reason to reflect on what I've always known ... my words, such as those in 'Out of the Whispering Winds' were meant to be passed from my hand to the hearts of others ... for just this very reason~ Bless you .. bless you~ Love you ... I sure do~ *Huglets*  ~*Marge*~ ~*Willow White Feather*~ ~*The sound of a kiss is not as strong as that of a cannon, but it's echo endures much longer*~ |
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paullallady Member
since 2007-04-03
Posts 262Michigan |
What a sweet, tender, and romantic piece. I really loved this. |
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