To clasp you now and feel your head close-pressed,
Scented and warm against my beating breast;
To whisper soft and quivering your name,
And drink the passion burning in your frame;
To lie at full length, taut, with cheek to cheek,
And tease your mouth with kisses till you speak
Love words, mad words, dream words, aweet senseless
words,
Melodious like notes of mating birds;...
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Scented and warm against my beating breast;
To whisper soft and quivering your name,
And drink the passion burning in your frame;
To lie at full length, taut, with cheek to cheek,
And tease your mouth with kisses till you speak
Love words, mad words, dream words, aweet senseless
words,
Melodious like notes of mating birds;...
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user209834982:
thanks 
aikaterine:
Glad you liked it 
And work will get better as long as I get my stuff done.
And work will get better as long as I get my stuff done.Oh what a wonderful day. I went and picked up the Little one from my parents yesturday. This mornig we slept in while the rain drops danced on our flat top roof. We then got up and had breakfast together, an event she's not always into. I asked her if she enjoyed her visit with my parents, she said I love Pappa and Grandma, I...
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sinope:
Hey thanks
Glad you liked it!
Glad you liked it!
hotgoddess:
hi sweetie...everything is going pretty good, thanx for asking and everything with you? hope all is well 
and everything with you? hope all is well My Infelice's face, her brow, her eye,
The dimple on her cheek; and such sweet skill
Hath from the cunning workman's pencil flown,
False colours last after the true be dead.
Of all the roses grafted on her cheeks,
Of all the graces dancing in her eyes,
Of all the music set upon her tongue,
Of all that was past woman's excellence
In her white...
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The dimple on her cheek; and such sweet skill
Hath from the cunning workman's pencil flown,
False colours last after the true be dead.
Of all the roses grafted on her cheeks,
Of all the graces dancing in her eyes,
Of all the music set upon her tongue,
Of all that was past woman's excellence
In her white...
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kiva:
glad you like!
peggy:
Hi sweetie, hope you are well!
The desire in the female for the male
is so that they may perfect each other's work.
God put desire in man and woman
in order that the world should be preserved by this union.
God instills the desire of every part for the other:
from their union, creation results.
And so night and day are in mutal embrace:
they appear to be opposites, even...
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is so that they may perfect each other's work.
God put desire in man and woman
in order that the world should be preserved by this union.
God instills the desire of every part for the other:
from their union, creation results.
And so night and day are in mutal embrace:
they appear to be opposites, even...
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peggy:
Hope all is well.
aikaterine:
Thank you dear. I wish everyone was as cool as you.
Cupid and my Campaspe play'd
At cards for kisses-- Cupid paid:
He stakes his quiver, bow and arrows,
His mother's doves, and team of sparrows;
Loses them too; then downhe throws
The coral of his lip, the rose
Growing on 's cheek(but none knows how)
With these, the crystal of his brow,
And then the dimple of his chin:
All these did my Campaspe win....
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At cards for kisses-- Cupid paid:
He stakes his quiver, bow and arrows,
His mother's doves, and team of sparrows;
Loses them too; then downhe throws
The coral of his lip, the rose
Growing on 's cheek(but none knows how)
With these, the crystal of his brow,
And then the dimple of his chin:
All these did my Campaspe win....
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peggy:
Hope you're doing well!! 
peggy:
Thanks. Hopefully she will be calm if and when she comes home.
When the beautiful star of the West moves on,
A lonely gem, through the fields of air;
When the last faint flush of the sum- light's gone
And no beam but her own are shinning there;
Steal through the shades of the twilight love!
The spell of that gentlest hour to prove.
I sinks on the spirit like some sweet balm,
Shed o'er us from...
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A lonely gem, through the fields of air;
When the last faint flush of the sum- light's gone
And no beam but her own are shinning there;
Steal through the shades of the twilight love!
The spell of that gentlest hour to prove.
I sinks on the spirit like some sweet balm,
Shed o'er us from...
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user209834982:
wow, its been a long time since ive read poetry. very nice.
irina:
thanks so much sweetie!
Well, another week almost gone, time to pick up the little one. It's been a real blessing having a little angel by my side. Knowing that life has true meaning, having priorities are in check.
jenya:
you always leave such sweet comments about my photosets...thank you!!!!
hotgoddess:
mine too...well..the whole one that i have posted 
lol you have a big heart
lol you have a big heart It's funny how life can make you so crazy at times. Wondering whats around the next corner but some how, we all seem to deal with the moment. Finding inner strength, that extra umf to make it through. Tackling every journey head on, not allowing it to turn us around, continuing forward with only one thing in mind serviving. Crossing that finish line, maybe even...
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woodstock:
(peeking out from behind the wall) boo!
No worries. I still live in the real world and won't let this become a prison for me, just maybe a creative outlet that allows me to be more open than I can be in real life.
No worries. I still live in the real world and won't let this become a prison for me, just maybe a creative outlet that allows me to be more open than I can be in real life.
unique3:
thanks! 
As you walk down the aisle, you see the most beautifullist creation you've ever seen. You walk bye and your eyes meet, your heart starts to race and your hands start to sweet. You look deep into the eyes of thie stunning beauty, when you noticed the exspretion on there face, the smile is strong and they begin to nibble on their lower lip. What...
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Dreamer;
Running towards your imagination, Seeking for the unknown. Glancing at our reflections inside of stained glass mirror frames. Shapes that appear only when one most enter relm penatrates the dim and shaded vail of ones existence. Miracles, what do we see, as we close the windows to our minds. Allowing only our thoughts to outline our visual preceptions of time. Is it truely freedom...
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Running towards your imagination, Seeking for the unknown. Glancing at our reflections inside of stained glass mirror frames. Shapes that appear only when one most enter relm penatrates the dim and shaded vail of ones existence. Miracles, what do we see, as we close the windows to our minds. Allowing only our thoughts to outline our visual preceptions of time. Is it truely freedom...
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kytar1:
Dreams allow ones mind to fall from reality, adding to it new journeys and experiences. The images we see as we sleeep, is it fact or fiction? In time we ingage in deja vue, running into reality without ever really knowing its been done before. Meeting new people and later meeting them again, even allowing them into our most inner circle. Feeding off of their journeys, finding peace within our own relm.
[Edited on Feb 27, 2004 8:52PM]
[Edited on Feb 27, 2004 8:52PM]
unknowntrigram:
Welcome to the bcb group.
Just so you know. It is considdered typical to re-enter a new journal by hitting the edit prefrences button and typing in the box provided rather than posting comments on your old journal.
But either way...
Just so you know. It is considdered typical to re-enter a new journal by hitting the edit prefrences button and typing in the box provided rather than posting comments on your old journal.
But either way...