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By Blue Song Date: 2001 Oct 12 Comment on this Work [[2001.10.12.00.32.21223]] |
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Might one have a quiet moment just to relax and think but awhile, of tender memories, silken thoughts, pillow soft rain for walks, green of grass, for shoeless toes, growing on a sunny isle. Scents of lilac on a cool snowing day before thoughts turn to butter, soft. Taste remembers salt, sounds of breathless cries, skin feels nails caress, hardness churns pulsing heat,, my lips finding yours for an hour or day. Back now to my quiet moment with thoughts of you to light my way. |