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To: Soaring Feather

Yes

Night slips in on cat’s paws fleet
Silent as a dream, enfolding all within
Hiding all, be it quiet joy or raucous sin
And in the end, it leaves a pleasure sweet

A touch, a kiss, an oh so soft, soft caress
And hot passions carry sensibilities away
Perhaps returning with the rays of coming day
Before immodesty, imposes codes of dress

Sweet wine and wonderfully winsome ways
A wink, and a gentle hand to lead astray
On paths to explore together, till light of day
Here in the labyrinth of Love’s sweet maze


461 posted on 02/07/2008 10:02:09 PM PST by WayzataJOHNN ( Poetry is the jazz of words, laid down by a feeling soul.)
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To: WayzataJOHNN
WOW, there you go again, steaming up the Lair windows!

Man, I can barely see in here.

Very nice and one of those SWOON poems.
478 posted on 02/08/2008 9:28:03 AM PST by Soaring Feather (I soar- 'cause I can....then I fall off my perch...Thanks Tomkow)
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