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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
Hands By: Noah Eaton 12/18/00 Her hands touch me in the most lovingly way Caressing my face, dragging down my cheeks, a touch as soft as silk Her arms wrap around me, I am free in her heart and soul Open to her world of love, as her hands gracefully open me to her world Her hands slide down my chest gently, her soft palms softly etching into my heart Like a branding iron that burns soft and tender, your love forever lights up my heart My hand slowly caresses your neck, as I softly speak the words of love I have for you As you speak such words of affection that touch my heart like your hand that touched me Her hands hold my heart dearly, just as I fondle hers in mine As our love for each other slowly bleeds from our hearts and into our veins like syrup Our hands an eternal healer, filling our hearts with each others tender love and care And like a hummingbird, we drink the nectar and sweetness of each others hearts, held in loves hands Her hands hold me close to her when I feel morose or confused She touches my lips with her fingers, which restore a bright smile to my face She drags them down slowly to my neck, and she wraps her hands around me and her lips kiss mine A golden touch from my love is all I need to clear my head, just as my hands heal her wounds Her hands welcome me to a special fantasy we share together, deep into the poetry, words, and voice we speak and share To a place far beyond reality, high above the earth and into the heavens, where only love and music and beauty exist Together, with hands wrapped around each other, we soar high above oceans of pearls and painted deserts As we listen to angels and fairies and sprites play their harps and sing the songs of love and peace to the world Her hands touch me with true love all so magical Even when her hands don’t touch me, her palms always are painted in my heart, warming my body with joy I hold your hand as we walk through life on this beautiful quiet forest pathway to our dreams Forever holding our love in each others hands, and never letting go… [This message has been edited by Mistletoe Angel (edited 12-14-2001).] |
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Startime Member Ascendant
since 2000-10-03
Posts 5918Canada |
*sigh* how absolutely beautiful is this magnificent poem. I could feel the soft loving touch she has for you and how it warms your heart. BRAVO!!!**hugs**  Love I leave with you whether it is in your life now or yet the essense of your dreams. |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
WoW Noah! This is very remarkable...I hadn't really thought about all the things hands and fingers could do...but, you have said it all so well...and I had better not get into it too much or I will be sent to adult!  *Sunshine is watching me* LOL....Hugs to you sweetie! Luv, Nancy.  "A dream is a wish your heart makes..." |
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