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Voices Intimate
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Voices Intimate |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
Voices Intimate To travel through the spinnakers of restless conversation Where fingers trace the hours in relentless consecration To his heart she speaks, in honesty a trust inside to grow But to fall in love a stew too potent to let go Barely audible the warmth that radiates the lips Cannot be held at bay, or kept away from fingertips There is no leash that holds the feelings thrust into this flow And nothing kept away when hearts speak what they glow And searching, when the miles have spent a furrowed wait Somehow just below the tones of touch this rapt articulate To rise in crest and fever that in truth belongs to only one The better to keep silent vigil when these deeper feelings run For lovers are true friends, in fantasy and dream The longing that propels them takes a spectral color scheme The heart will never listen to the lies of simply said To fondle in its power all emotions crimson red 4/8/04 |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
My gosh Kathleen...this just flows so beautifully. Wonderful write...smiling here. ~Hugs to you, Nancy~ To have lived the dream of a love so true... |
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Grover Senior Member
since 2004-01-27
Posts 1967London, ON, Canada |
Enjoyed! |
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Nightshade 
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
For lovers are true friends, in fantasy and dream The longing that propels them takes a spectral color scheme The heart will never listen to the lies of simply said To fondle in its power all emotions crimson red Beautiful Kathleen. hugs, Chris |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
always amazed at you |
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