rm_mam552 49M
21 posts
9/5/2006 7:05 pm

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9/8/2006 3:25 am


I don't know why,
but it keeps calling me
in a beautiful trance
The beauty of ancient planets,
Bright skies no human will ever see

Bright, reflecting from her eyes,
like sultry oceans of beauty,
salted with pain and sadness,
Those two oceans,
that created the Earth
With a passionate,
cataclysmic glance from her eyes

What draws me to her?
this life that loves,
in ways I could never dream of
Firey like the Sun,
and I am Jupiter
Longing to crash,
deep into her firey depths
Waiting for that moment,
before being totally consumed
Where she sets my lonely heart free,
Validating me before a dark, empty

rm_PurryKitty2 48M/49F
9753 posts
9/5/2006 7:18 pm

This is touching!

Purry {=}


rm_mam552 replies on 9/5/2006 7:42 pm:
"Touching is an art form of both the mind and body. One would do well to learn both" (from someone I knew and loved a long time ago)
This post is a writing from someone whom I cannot remember.

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