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The Night Before
The Night Before
Wrapped in a warm blanket
The cold of the morning forgotten
As I look into the sky
Watching the clouds float away
Thinking of your touch, your smile
Those things that I remember from the night before
You and I laying together
Making love throughout the night
Warmth flows through my body
Tingles of remembered passion
Skin growing warm with memories
Standing and watching the sun rise
The cold of the morning chills my face
As I stand with the sun rising before me
And I smile with love and care
While I make my way back into your arms
Where I belong.
11/15/2005 4:34 pm
Okay I admit it...I am now going to be a groupie and follow your writings...* grins *
11/15/2005 6:25 pm
*laugh* Silly woman.|
11/15/2005 6:51 pm
Dear Kyrand ~|
Despite my blog's poetic happenstances of late, I am a cautious realist who wears jade very well. However, I wholeheartedly concur with slightlyjadedone; and I, too, shall be following your writings.
Hope you continue to view mine as well.
This is my blog - Comes With Warning Labels. There are many like it, but this one is mine.
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11/15/2005 7:24 pm
*smile* Thank you for the comments. I went through some of each of your writings today and was quite impressed myself. Mine have always just been thoughts in my head. Ive never really thought of them as anything special or good. Just thoughts expressed in words. Heck, they dont even rhyme *laugh* I will, however, enjoy following BOTH of your blogs and reading anything you care to put up.|
11/21/2005 10:27 am
pretty good....OHHHH to have a sense of belonging!!!! well thats amazing!|
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