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Arched pillars covered in wild Ivy Moonlight seeps in through the night's garden I stand alone I'm taking in the fresh air Enjoying the elegant beauty of the night I hear your deep voice It's like silk caressing me That's when I see you standing there You smile Your blue fire eyes start to dance They're sparkling bright in the moonlight Your wavy cold black hair shines The way a raven’s feathers shine in the midst of the sun’s light Your warm hands gently brush up against my iced skin You reach for me Your lips gently press in I cannot resist I give in Then I'm kissed long and deep My knees go weak A kiss, like I've never been kissed A kiss, which I've always missed The wind's cool on my skin Yet, you heat me within Your fingertips begin to slip down my skin Your lips begin to explore They creep slowly down the crape of my neck Then gently down my back There's air everywhere I try to take it in Still, I cannot breath Stuck in an intoxicating daydream I let out a gasp That's when my dress drops beneath me You start to strum my skin As though I'm merely your musical instrument It's just you and me There's no one near If there were We still wouldn't care Caught up in our own ecstasy Our dark shadows Are casted upon the night's wall This has to be everyone's fantasy Dancing naked The feel of real skin The feel of heat so near Two become one within There's no thought of sin Just when to begin When to end When to start all over again 4-29-2011 (Friday 1:17pm) Lc
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Jul 23, 2011
Jul 23, 2011 at 11:57 AM UTC
"THE NIGHT'S GARDEN"
Arched pillars covered in wild Ivy Moonlight seeps in through the night's garden I stand alone I'm taking in the fresh air Enjoying the elegant beauty of the night I hear your deep voice It's like silk caressing me That's when I see you standing there You smile Your blue fire eyes start to dance They're sparkling bright in the moonlight Your wavy cold black hair shines The way a raven’s feathers shine in the midst of the sun’s light Your warm hands gently brush up against my iced skin You reach for me Your lips gently press in I cannot resist I give in Then I'm kissed long and deep My knees go weak A kiss, like I've never been kissed A kiss, which I've always missed The wind's cool on my skin Yet, you heat me within Your fingertips begin to slip down my skin Your lips begin to explore They creep slowly down the crape of my neck Then gently down my back There's air everywhere I try to take it in Still, I cannot breath Stuck in an intoxicating daydream I let out a gasp That's when my dress drops beneath me You start to strum my skin As though I'm merely your musical instrument It's just you and me There's no one near If there were We still wouldn't care Caught up in our own ecstasy Our dark shadows Are casted upon the night's wall This has to be everyone's fantasy Dancing naked The feel of real skin The feel of heat so near Two become one within There's no thought of sin Just when to begin When to end When to start all over again 4-29-2011 (Friday 1:17pm) Lc
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Aren’t all women moody Or At least we would like for you, men. to think we are, right? I will be the first to admit it I belong to that exclusive“Moody Club” I’ll even elaborate To help you men My mood seems to change with the multi stages of the moon The Full Moon: I am a little off balance Yet, I am full of life During this phase, I wouldn’t dare me if you are easily embarrassed The Crescent Moon: I cannot make up my mind. I am half myself I am half someone else, as well You never know which one of me you are going to get I may change on any given day No one can be prepared for this type of stream Not even me The New Moon: All goes dark in my life I may even want to pick a fight I might stomp my feet and pout Yet, this is usually the time I truly to find my light And find I truly love myself Then just like an endless wave The cycle begins once again 7-23-2011 (Saturday 1:30pm) Lc
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Jul 23, 2011
Jul 23, 2011 at 11:17 AM UTC
“The Phases Of A Women Or At Least The Phases Of Me”