To: bentfeather
Her/I
Her hands are as soft as watered silk,
slipping, gripping softly across my back.
Her breath is warm and hurried now,
pacing our shared moment in perfect tune.
Her nails trace a tingling path along every nerve,
and I return the loving touch in appreciation.
Her teeth nip at my neck, and send shivers up my spine,
lifting me to new heights, from which I lift her yet again.
Her warmth is like a fire, a living forge, tempering me,
striking sparks along every nerve, living fireworks.
Her words are too soft to hear, yet speak of all her needs,
and leave me knowing her even deeper still, what intensity.
Fusion in a moment that makes two complete as one,
expanding insight to fill a universe contained inside two loves.
164 posted on
10/02/2003 10:58:16 PM PDT by
Trikebuilder
(We know the path they walk, and pray each step for them, till home they come to us.)
To: Trikebuilder
SWOON Maker YOU are!
WOW, I don't think I can recover from that one.
WOWWOW WOW!!A graphic that will not quit!
Triker, I guess you know I love it!!
Thanks so much for posting in spite of your long work hours.
Your work is tops always.
To: Trikebuilder; bentfeather; SAMWolf
Yikes Trike!
Ok. We had a freeze warning last night so I think it should be about 34 degrees out this morning.
I'm gonna have to go step outside and cool off. ;)
183 posted on
10/03/2003 2:52:35 AM PDT by
snippy_about_it
(Fall in --> The FReeper Foxhole. America's History. America's Soul.)
To: Trikebuilder
Wow Trike! We're gonna have to put X-Ratings on your poems.
That's some good work.
187 posted on
10/03/2003 8:25:19 AM PDT by
SAMWolf
(Stop looking at my tagline...QUIT IT!...MOM, TELL HIM TO QUIT IT!)
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