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Today is Thursday, Oct. 13, the 286th day of 2005 with 79 to follow.
The moon is waxing.
The morning stars are Mars and Saturn.
The evening stars are Mercury, Jupiter, Uranus, Neptune, Venus and Pluto.


918 posted on 10/13/2005 6:43:55 AM PDT by Soaring Feather (If down is up, is up, down. Feathers in the wind.)
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To: bentfeather

Sharing Is Better

She was so bright and happy; and she seemed to glow with pleasure,
her deep and beautiful eyes, so bright with that effusive rush of joy.
How could I, ever tell her it was really I, who had won the treasure,
or that I handed her the winning ticket, so that glow not to destroy?



920 posted on 10/13/2005 1:27:20 PM PDT by WayzataJOHNN
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To: bentfeather

One Step at a Time

A touch,
a kiss,
a smile,
and I am happily lost.

A word,
a promise,
a whisper,
and I am bound.

A caress,
a touch,
a tickle,
and I am hers at all costs.

A sigh,
a moan,
a cry,
and I know love is found.


921 posted on 10/13/2005 1:30:52 PM PDT by WayzataJOHNN
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To: bentfeather

Not sure if I've ever posted this one.


Heat of Passion

Inner fire set in two breasts burns the hottest,
when ignited by a single slow soft sensual kiss.
A caress fires them; there is nothing they’ll miss,
experimenting with sensual sensation and little rest.

Dawn comes oh way to soon, and other demands intrude,
even Monday’s work encroaches upon their sweet dreams.
Fever bright their needs, searing them until climax screams,
welding them as one, across their inner universes so skewed.

Urgent need and wanton touch drives them to new heights,
addictive as any drug, they love with unleashed passion’s rage.
There is no holding back, no hesitation in this loving age,
only their fusion, and completion, the goal in their sights.

In that moment they are but one, united in every atom dear,
their cries as sweet as angel’s song in perfect balance and accord.
Time intrudes later, but for now there is only passion’s sword,
and the two of them, more alive then they thought possible I fear.


922 posted on 10/13/2005 1:44:27 PM PDT by WayzataJOHNN
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