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stoneygali
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Dusk-hazed evening - the blush of night slowly begins
As you traipse through wond'rous evergreen forest ends
Grappling with every step - struggling to find way
You notice the sun setting..and the loss of day
Rhythmed-beating drum begins pounding in your head
You are off on a quest from something that she said
Wanting in passion - the tempo becomes more clear
You close eyes and search for that music you must hear
There in the sweet meadow's edge right near the tree line
You find the source of sound over there by the pine
Trembling you watch mesmerized by her once again
Youve found her there -- under the guise of evening wind
She is lilting there and swaying to her soul's calling
Lost in echoing drumbeat of sunset falling
She moves to its cadence = she breathes in lustful tune
You succomb to her dance as sky gives way to moon
Her eyes open and she realizes you are there
Your eyes lock into a wanting and knowing stare
She slows her movement and then beckons you forward
And you draw nearer your soul's march going onward
Magnetic urge draws you into her world of dance
And you surrender to edge of her lucid trance
Fires rise within... lighting pathway to her essence
Basking in togetherness of such fused presence
She gazes at you and invites with longing eyes
To watch as she sways to movement of spellbound guise
She tempts you with her hunger - you're lost in yearning
And once again you're there...soul candles start burning
As you traipse through wond'rous evergreen forest ends
Grappling with every step - struggling to find way
You notice the sun setting..and the loss of day
Rhythmed-beating drum begins pounding in your head
You are off on a quest from something that she said
Wanting in passion - the tempo becomes more clear
You close eyes and search for that music you must hear
There in the sweet meadow's edge right near the tree line
You find the source of sound over there by the pine
Trembling you watch mesmerized by her once again
Youve found her there -- under the guise of evening wind
She is lilting there and swaying to her soul's calling
Lost in echoing drumbeat of sunset falling
She moves to its cadence = she breathes in lustful tune
You succomb to her dance as sky gives way to moon
Her eyes open and she realizes you are there
Your eyes lock into a wanting and knowing stare
She slows her movement and then beckons you forward
And you draw nearer your soul's march going onward
Magnetic urge draws you into her world of dance
And you surrender to edge of her lucid trance
Fires rise within... lighting pathway to her essence
Basking in togetherness of such fused presence
She gazes at you and invites with longing eyes
To watch as she sways to movement of spellbound guise
She tempts you with her hunger - you're lost in yearning
And once again you're there...soul candles start burning
I never meant to hurt you, mi diablo, mi amigo, but I've built up so much character I have an alter ego. I have to make a clean break & I have to do it quick because the pain you give me babe would make Cal Ripken call in sick!!!
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nice poem Stoneygal
Graduate of the School for Sexual Gifted....magna cum loads
you already do dear
you set mine ablaze
Graduate of the School for Sexual Gifted....magna cum loads
nope, it's more like you simply walked by and all of them lit by an unseen presence... as ya passed by... the wicks began to burn. the flames are too strong now to be extiguished honey.
Nice poetry, baby!
Nice!!!!
well I'd be last one to pull out a fire extinguisher, yet a hose comes to mind
Graduate of the School for Sexual Gifted....magna cum loads
uugghhhh!!! typical male testoterone bullshit talk :P A hose?!? :O LMAO Man, next time ya wanna talk about what you refer to as your hose,... leave me out.... that's just as bad as you writing about busting a nut :( ICK!!!!
oh well, I'll ring the Dong Bell
go to hell
screw a pigeon
and discover a new religion
Graduate of the School for Sexual Gifted....magna cum loads
did you take some weird meds last nite dear??? silly boy.