~The Dragon Flies' Lair VI ~

December 17,2003 | bentfeather

[snippy_about_it]

But darn close. You and feather put me to shame last night. LOL. You guys were good!

[Soaring Feather]

Can we forgive someone for another's eyes?

If we love I guess so.

[Soaring Feather]

hmmmmmmmmm interesting.

[Darksheare]

Another part of it.
I shall rewrite the third part, the ending.
http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/chat/670406/posts?page=421#421

[Colonel_Flagg]

If we love, we can forgive anything. Sometimes this works to our detriment. Believe me.

[Colonel_Flagg]

I find that I enjoy dancing. ;)

[Soaring Feather]

Yes, we die inside.

[Colonel_Flagg]

I do believe that on the first day God was in a bad mood, He invented unrequited love. There are few feelings in the world more savagely horrible.

[Soaring Feather]

I agree.

[Colonel_Flagg]

Birds of a feather, my friend.

[Trikebuilder]

Cold in here? Lets try to warm it up!;^)
Trike


Fire On The Silk Plain

She glances at me from the corners of her eyes,
‘that’ smile playing softly on the lips I soon will be kissing,
and I know the path this night runs through an inner fire.

We close the door in a dual acceptance, a common need,
and in moments find we are only aware of the other, our world,
and we care not, need not, as we descend to a waiting silken plain.

Your hands are explores, find me, teasing me, touching my very center,
bring flames to race along every nerve, lifting me until I think I must scream,
not sure that I’m not, and caring little either way, giving in return.

I rejoice in your own fire, your own moment of passion’s flame,
and I want to hold you there on the peak until you cry out with me,
a fusion, welding us into one soul in that moment with no resistance.

We touch all of creation, and are touched in return with a soul’s lightening,
we call out in pleasure, and pain, and release, that arcs us across a universe,
and we are shattered by our return to our sweat soaked silken plain.

Like the Phoenix, we slowly, rise from the ashes of our joyous bonfire of Love,
and both need the touch, and the sound, and the strength, of the other in this moment,
for we are only just relearning how we are separate entities after all.

[Soaring Feather]

Shall we dance?
Click the graphic.

[Soaring Feather]

Well now Trike I think you have. Steamy even.

Sooooo good to see you in The Lair, it's danged cold out outside.

[Colonel_Flagg]

Ye gods. I need to open a window. :)

[Soaring Feather]

Fire On The Silk Plain
fire in my soul
it rage until I am very old
with passion for my love
to always want him
near my side
to touch his face
and love his eyes

And when we dance our dance
of love under warm starry skies
we are lost in our world alone
arcing and falling as shooting stars
blazing a path way into velvet nights

Holding our love in ceremony
dancing on the edge of time
embracing in a world sublime
My love and I are one
for this world and the other one.

[Soaring Feather]

Click
Etta James Al Last My Love

[Soaring Feather]

Hey Colonel you there?? LOL

[Soaring Feather]

Ah yes, the story continues.

[Colonel_Flagg]

I am indeed. Was hyperventilating, but am now all better :)

[Soaring Feather]

LOL :-)