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Kiss
Sept 15, 2006 8:16:40 GMT -6
Post by anna3 on Sept 15, 2006 8:16:40 GMT -6
I run through the rainbow Drenching my mouths In the pastels - tints Of its passing, Absorbing every touch of its colour This warmth I love, It pulsates in blood, And I penetrate Across its variety, Pages of you To become only The small particle Drinking from your mouths My own soul
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Kiss
Sept 15, 2006 14:05:53 GMT -6
Post by DavidMc on Sept 15, 2006 14:05:53 GMT -6
Lovely writing Anna, and very sensual.
David
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Kiss
Sept 24, 2006 22:26:48 GMT -6
Post by anirbas on Sept 24, 2006 22:26:48 GMT -6
Wow! Another one I almost missed...Yes, Anna...That poem is exactly what a kiss with one's soulmate, sounds like it might feel and taste like...Or is soulmate, an outdated word? LOL... And I'm dating myself, in the usage of it? *ggglgggl* Annaic poeming? Got more? Nir.
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