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Feb 2015
Oh, the flesh is the soul's creation
an outward shining
brought forth from
the depths of the heart.
just as God's inner muse
brought forth all that is.
Oh, I embrace
your soft bodies form
feel your soft breath
on my cheek,
and your warm loving arms
embrace me
as though I were safe
within your passionate beating heart.
Oh, how I wish
to live within that heart forever.
Of the passion of your warm lips
there can be no greater healing balm.
Oh, the sun never shone
on a rose so lovely
as your soul's beauty
written in an outward form
that puts the very roses to shame.
Oh, the soft warm music
of your body
only we can hear
has captured my heart,
holds my soul
by invisible cords.
Oh, I am made alive
by the silent music
of the soft passion  of your flesh
given its lovely form
by your soul,
and the lovely heart within.
Oh, let me live within that heart,
and make my home in your soul
to feel your lovely music
for time without end.
Written by
Olan Douglas Webb
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   Emilie
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