Open Poetry #27 |
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JaiOfHeaven Member
since 2003-04-12
Posts 207California, Usa |
Hands of spiritual love mold my soul. Hands of my soul longing to explore her whole. Touch not touch at all.. Touch.. A realm where every sensation is a fantasy falling into submission to reality. Her perception becomes subliminal bliss. Mine already the fantasy that has yet to succumb to reality. The red petals of my mind tinged with white and yellow, Every petal a "he loves me", Waiting to be placed in the vase of our lives. The place we both thrive, A hybrid in time. |
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Kaoru![]() ![]() ![]()
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow |
"Touch.. A realm where every sensation is a fantasy falling into submission to reality." Awesome write, these lines are great. ![]() |
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JaiOfHeaven Member
since 2003-04-12
Posts 207California, Usa |
Thanks K'...I hope I can see more of your writing as well. |
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-06-15
Posts 7136Mobile, AL |
Welcome here.. ![]() Lovely work you have. Soft and enough to get into my mood. enjoyed Dear John, |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
Welcome to Passions! ![]() I'm not much for critiques but I will say I like the write! Hope to read more! |
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JaiOfHeaven Member
since 2003-04-12
Posts 207California, Usa |
Much obliged. I've read your writings as well. Truly heartfelt. |
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HopeS Member Elite
since 2000-12-22
Posts 4596Perth Western Australia |
excellently expressed and such wonderful thoughts !!!Hope |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
beautiful the last line says it all.... |
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