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To: Colonel_Flagg; Darksheare; snippy_about_it; All
The Garden of My Lust

Drunk with desire for your touch
feeling your breath pass over my skin
heightened passions
blowing the lid 200 Fahrenheit

Can I not draw you to me?
Would it cost you that much
to receive this passionate offering of me?

Making love with you once
would last until the urge dictated
my moves in the direction for
afternoon delight once again with you?

And your hunger...
How is that sated?
Is your well deep enough to
wash you with comfort?
Are there faces living in your repertoire?
And you conjure them up for your fantasy rides.
Or is just looking enough for you.

bentfeather
a/k/a LMH
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All Rights Reserved


161 posted on 12/19/2003 1:52:37 PM PST by Soaring Feather (I do Poetry.)
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To: All
To all the rocks in your life...

A philosophy professor stood before his class and had
some items in front of him. When class began, wordlessly he picked up a large empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded- to fill it with rocks, rocks about 2" in diameter. He then asked the students if the jar was full?They agreed that it was.

So the professor then picked up a box of pebbles and
poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly.
The pebbles, of course, rolled into the open areas
between the rocks. He then asked the students again
if the jar was full. They agreed it was. The students laughed.

The professor picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else."Now," said the professor, "I want you to recognize that this is your life. The rocks are the important things -
your family, your partner, your health, your children -
anything that is so important to you that if it were lost,
you would be nearly destroyed. The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, and your car. The sand is everything else. The small stuff."

"If you put the sand into the jar first, there is no
room for the pebbles or the rocks. The same goes for
your life. If you spend all your energy and time on the
small stuff, you will never have room for the things
that are important to you. Pay attention to the things
that are critical to your happiness. Play with your
children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your
partner out dancing. There will always be time to go
to work, clean the house, give a dinner party and
fix the disposal."

"Take care of the rocks first - the things that really
matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand."

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162 posted on 12/19/2003 2:27:41 PM PST by Soaring Feather (I do Poetry.)
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