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“it’s the time of the season When love runs high In this time, give it to me easy And let me try with pleasured hands” Time of the Season, Song by Zombies 1 9 6 8 <~> was 18 years young, when first heard these words, now in my-eighth decade, times is both plentiful and yet delimited by the onsetting sunset finale, but and so are the accumulated  dictionary of word’s available, that I command, legions, armies, corps, all to command, to properly say… yes, it is the Time of Season come to the. lean sheer clean paper single sheaf, with no agenda, perhaps to just amend an overdue, thank you these pleasure hands have always been greedy, for the sensuality that stroking fingers command, the contextual sensuality is far greater than you ordinarily stop to think about… but I remember every face, every cheek, that I have stroked, think upon it! the soft curvature of the skin’s mellifluous shapely contouring to you your pointer finger, thinking simple nothing finer, more pleasurable, totally expressing the emotive bonds two human can share mother trains her. children with a deeper understanding how love is simple, enduring and stronger than any time’s decay could contemplate despoiling and to those women I have adored, whose thieving stole my precious loving, I thank you, for your taking was a giving to me, making a whole person understand than to be whole was to be parted, for two are the greatest one, an equation that proofs our experience that though solitude inspires our greatest creativity is is only because my eyes are infused with and for love aspired and  gained… these hands, more powerful than any other ***** the eyes may have its but will never touch your child, your women, your sense that giving up yourself, is an enehacemnt of all you are, a single finger surveying the face of a beloved is an electric shock that soothes and satisfies simultaneously, unique… keep those pleasured hands, fully employed, bring pleasure to the world, so that others will understand it is now or never, a line drawn upon a beloved is poem only you, can write
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Jul 26, 2024
Jul 26, 2024 at 11:43 AM UTC
“with pleasured hands”
“it’s the time of the season When love runs high In this time, give it to me easy And let me try with pleasured hands” Time of the Season, Song by Zombies 1 9 6 8 <~> was 18 years young, when first heard these words, now in my-eighth decade, times is both plentiful and yet delimited by the onsetting sunset finale, but and so are the accumulated  dictionary of word’s available, that I command, legions, armies, corps, all to command, to properly say… yes, it is the Time of Season come to the. lean sheer clean paper single sheaf, with no agenda, perhaps to just amend an overdue, thank you these pleasure hands have always been greedy, for the sensuality that stroking fingers command, the contextual sensuality is far greater than you ordinarily stop to think about… but I remember every face, every cheek, that I have stroked, think upon it! the soft curvature of the skin’s mellifluous shapely contouring to you your pointer finger, thinking simple nothing finer, more pleasurable, totally expressing the emotive bonds two human can share mother trains her. children with a deeper understanding how love is simple, enduring and stronger than any time’s decay could contemplate despoiling and to those women I have adored, whose thieving stole my precious loving, I thank you, for your taking was a giving to me, making a whole person understand than to be whole was to be parted, for two are the greatest one, an equation that proofs our experience that though solitude inspires our greatest creativity is is only because my eyes are infused with and for love aspired and  gained… these hands, more powerful than any other ***** the eyes may have its but will never touch your child, your women, your sense that giving up yourself, is an enehacemnt of all you are, a single finger surveying the face of a beloved is an electric shock that soothes and satisfies simultaneously, unique… keep those pleasured hands, fully employed, bring pleasure to the world, so that others will understand it is now or never, a line drawn upon a beloved is poem only you, can write
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Jul 26, 2024
Jul 26, 2024 at 11:43 AM UTC
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