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I tend to write, with a poetic bent, of my desires and passion. I want to share some of these writings so that, maybe, someone,somewhere will recognize a home for their soul-for a bit anyway. I feed the Zyphers,
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An intrepretation of the recent storms
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Publié :3/3/2007 6h46
Dernière mise à jour :30/11/2010 5h28 24538 vues
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The wonders of the souls (zephyrs) around me bring me messages as well as heat my body One inspired this thought this morning.
"Perhaps these storms have just been from the energy
exchanged as seasons struggle for their place."
When it affects your normal ways( bored,fatigue,aches) you might give the powers of the universe a thought and build coping mechanisms that honor that universe that teaches with power as well as hoped spring caress.
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Romacne,sentmentality and the passion lifestyle.
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Publié :1/10/2006 7h33
Dernière mise à jour :27/4/2024 7h52 23739 vues
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I save water bottles from a romantic weekend and fill them over and over to remember.
Times, that were special times of the day, I remember. Televisons show watched together hurt to watch alone. I utter phrases learned from you.I know what the weather is where you live. Get the idea.Its not a single reference of "you" I use, but rather it refers to any partner who reaches my passionate self,who has awakened my heart and mind. Intmacy without committment,what a concept.
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When Phone works
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Publié :10/2/2006 15h57
Dernière mise à jour :2/3/2010 4h42 24931 vues
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When phone works
Your tone
Your pitch
And you’re VOICE!
And what you say takes me to recent past memories the lustful passion rekindled,
Yes, I too can feel you deep inside,
Yes, oh yes, I can feel your face burrowed in my pussy so tightly
How your nipples feel and your balls move when I scrap my nails across them.
Then lick to soothe.
Yes, phone is very good with someone who is your present lover!
Laugh for me! Even hum for me. Let me hear the eyes dance!
Let me here the intake of air as I quicken by description of my desires.
I here the groan and I feel a flood gate open.
I excite you with my moans; I can hear it!
There is silence with images.
Yes, phone is very good with someone who has aroused great passion.
2/10/06
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The Stories have the Same Plot
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Publié :7/2/2006 17h46
Dernière mise à jour :21/5/2007 13h37 24295 vues
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The Stories have the Same Plot
I touch my breast, Your name rises to my lips.
I see a women waiting for a bus, and hear her singing outloud.
I roll down the window, ask her, “Sing all the time?”
Yes, she says, and smiles.
I offer, “Me too !” and smile. “Some people say, ‘You must be happy!’ Sometimes you sing to make youself happy !”
We both laughed.
The stories have the same plot.
12/14/96
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Another return to self
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Publié :6/2/2006 12h48
Dernière mise à jour :26/1/2011 4h40 24237 vues
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Another return to self
Must I return again to the inward peace I know?
That core of strength, deep as oaken roots, resides within the birds’ wing, a sweet note, and, for a moment, it was in another human being.
Ever time I return it seems harder. It is a good thing I have had lots of practice. I once wrote:
The airborne, the "soarers"; their flights seem to be touching mine.
The dream capturers, the raptors of life; listening, pausing to match patterns.
Minds locked in momentary shared time, concentrated symmetry.
The skies offer a limitless page, a covey of companions.
Change my wind.
Ease past on the slow hot winds.
Dip and soar; follow your pattern/play.
Pass me, adding current to my zephyr. (723/93)
Such glory I did feel, such blinding white light joy! I was lead back to softness a time of little things, sweet resolve, musical and otherwise. The light moments of the zephyr’s flight left a stark contrast to the dark moments, those moments when I ached for but a word. The pattern of window blinds open to the moon light created an overlay of strips- one dark or light, a quintessential contrast. The pattern fell upon his skin. A living Mapplethorpe photograph lay before me. Perhaps it was a sign of the dark and light side of true passion, the energy you create inside me I thought and laughed and called you zebra man.
Zebra man, are you a zephry of good? You did help me fly again.
“The yearning,” I said, “makes your reutrn to your children even more full of loving.”
May it be so with you.
9/06
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The Yearning Gets More Defined
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Publié :6/2/2006 12h41
Dernière mise à jour :15/1/2010 3h57 24617 vues
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Oh, how hard you feel, so hard in me!
Oh, how hard you feel,so hard against me!
Oh, how hard you feel,so hard as I tease your nipples!
Oh, how hard you feel,so hard as i tongue your sweetness!
So insistant is your tongue as it explores my wetness!
So insistant is your tongue as it suckles my nipples!
So insistant is the delight I feel as we hold tightly.
So insistent is my desire.
I await!
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