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    Wink Touching The Heart


    Hey Freedom, as you already know we've shared the
    interest of painting with thought and word.

    You have the gift and it's all the more special because
    I see you in each and that's what art is all about.



    Dug this one up to follow along with the course Freedom
    has charted for us.


    "This Time Of Ours"

    Your head resting upon the pillow beside me.
    I reach out to gently caress your hair.
    No further from me than the breath we share.
    Each night we slumber side by side, succumbed as the
    Goddess Nyx embraces us in her nocturnal mists.

    In this time of ours, before sleeps comes, I can but stare in
    amazement of you sweet seraph.
    This vision before me made real only by the rise and fall of your
    breasts.
    I gaze in wonder at this splendor which is you my love.
    That most precious gift that honors me with but a touch of your
    heart to mine.

    In this time of ours, I reflect upon what has brought us to
    one another, our sojourn now complete.
    Kindred spirits, no longer nomads wandering.
    Having found ourselves within each others souls.

    Enfolding you with my embrace, I draw you in.
    The velvet warmth of your body molded to my chest.
    My hands gathering beneath the swell of your belly, our love
    having given life within.
    Tasting the hollow curve of your throat, my lips sensing the
    rush of your blood racing beneath this ardent flesh.

    Urgent whispers caught upon your breath, your desire
    awakened, Hungering for this blessed union of souls entwined.
    Slender fingers reaching back, guiding me inside you.
    Your touch weaving magic on loves arrow sharp and true.

    Slipping my hand inside your thigh, lifting the sculpture of your
    leg to encircle mine.
    Our paradise found within the dew moist parting of your folds.
    Drawing me within this silken vise.
    My hands soothing the tender ache of your milk ripe breasts.

    Piercing you deep with each moonlit movement of mortal flesh
    engulfed.
    Your breasts mist life's nourishment, my fingertips dappled by
    their pearly tears.
    Upon your lips I press this sweet seal, our bond complete.
    Mated for all time, surrendering these tiny deaths between us.

    In this time of ours, we sleep but dream no more.
    Our destiny at last fulfilled in each others heart and soul.
    Growing within you the passage of our gift from one to the other.
    This triumvirate of life given birth through loves eternal flame.
    Master Jeff-aka Professor Feather



    It's made up of lonely moments
    There was always a moment there when I knew
    You always gave instalments
    Always knew u concentrated and grew

    And I believe in reinvention
    Do you believe that life is holding the clue
    Take away all the lonely moments
    Give me full communication with you




    "The healthy man does not torture others - generally it is the tortured who turn into torturers."

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    Thanks for the kind words Scorpio. You know I think you are twice the poet I am. I really hope you post more of your stuff soon. I love reading your poems.
    What lies behind us, What lies before us, Are tiny matters, Compared to what lies within us!

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