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Look out for me
Close your eyes and count till ten
Look out for me
In the breeze that carries my scent
I hope you turn around locating me in the crowd then
In the chill of the wind
Turning your nose red
At the shore of your heart
Where a few castles once read
Of our togetherness.
Close your eyes and count till ten
Look out for me
Under the sky of our dreams
In the warmth of the firewood
Where the fervor of our breaths
Colliding with all the vehemence
Ousted the passion
Flickering in those flames.
Close your eyes and count till ten
Look out for me
Tracing the signature of my feet
Washed away by the sea
Which you tickled sometime back
And kissed
Whilst a silver anklet with hearts and stars
You tied around it.
Bag of Nerves Emptied!
yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
congrats to you and your family
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Just A Typical February Day In Canadia
whewwwwwwwwwwww, just looking at your pics made me tired. and makes me so grateful to leave PA and get back home to my little paradise in Tennessee hills and hollows.
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Sometimes our weather is annoyingly stereotypical… Apparently, Ma Nature has decided to make up for not smothering the country until the after 27 December 2015 and is dumping the entire expected forecasted snowfall in eleven freakin’ hours!!
Well, I’m off. I need to shovel out my front lane. Again. Lord knows how many pets and short people I may find out there…
In Open Fields
just beautiful, Jennifer
In open fields,
The fullness of her lips –
Swell and throb,
The sun beats –
Upon her scarlet kiss,
The wounds,
In suture,
Stitched across her chest,
In open fields –
Her eyes, of yellow, blinded by time,
Infliction,
And open hearts,
A knife of jagged edge, slicing –
Severs the skin,
Cuts deep,
To eclipse the sun,
In open fields –
Steal away,
Shelter our love,
In the softness of the shade,
Bleed and pulsate against the grain,
Tint and tinge,
Too heal the scars, within.
To Dream In Natures Ecstasy ~ A Duet
Wonderful and sensual. 🔥💓🔥
@ShashaSelflove 1/28/16 Why
You have been working so hard, dedicated to that goal that you see ahead of you. You plan and execute, moving forward slowly and making progress every step. You learn that as you go, not all will cheer you on – many are not holding their breath to see you make that next jump, they are waiting to see you fall between the steps. Whereas you intended your struggle to inspire motivation, it has inspired envy – it wasn’t your intention but it has happened.
You are going to have your set backs, which isn’t to be unexpected nor should it be unwelcomed. Embrace the sweat coming off your brow, allow the challenges to continue to mold you and practice wound care frequently. You are on your way. Set backs are a way of keeping you sharp, humble and grounded. Make every effort to keep the right people around you…
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Sink or Swim?
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http://www.etsy.com Sink,
Down into the depth of oblivion,
Descend into a basin of tepid dreams,
Float into the stream, cooled by the air,
Languid;
Inside waters of the deep,
A shape of cured decree,
Aspire to be,
To sink or swim?
To kick your feet –
And paddle upstream,
To fight the battle of torrential urge,
Wet and wallow, a turbulent affair,
Thrashing against the pull of the tide,
The grip; slipping away,
Breathe,
Suck in the air of life – inhale,
Drawn in, the space within the light,
Hold and fight.
To Kiss A Girl
Beautiful and intriguing 💞
I’ve always wondered what it’d be like,
To kiss the lips, of a girl,
As soft and smooth, as my own,
Open and sensuous,
To please my tongue and feel the stir,
To stroke and suffer,
The sensations – textures of silky skin,
Of two hearts beating, in perfect applause,
To thread and tie,
The gather, of her strings,
The grip of her curiosity,
Dearly – grasping my wrists,
The fondness and admiration,
For the woman, that I kiss,
In awe and infatuation,
Our bodies, to discover,
Each extinguished edge,
On the threshold, of the end,
To shake and tremble, delicate in our adore,
I’ve always wondered what it would be like,
To kiss a girl.
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