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"Mirror, Mirror, on the Wall ...
Why wasn''t I Born Rich ...
Instead of Handsome ?"
DUH !
THE PIC ?
Title: "Key-Ryst, ETHEL - Gim''me a Break!"... The touch of chilled fingers on hot skin melts even the hardest of hearts. Another picture I found that seemed to speak the words to me so all I had to do was type them out...hope you enjoy. © 2001 Wanda L. Harrell (inspired by a letter written to me) When someone has the ability to see beneath the surface still waters and finds those hidden caves within. There is something very sensual about moonlight and lakes...dreamy, steamy, sensually sexciting...don't you all agree?
I want to express how I feel but haven''t tried
because words seem to be such empty containers
- like husk that is taken up by an idle breeze
Lantana is a hardy, heat tolerant flowering plant common in Southern California. Its blooms can be lavender, red, yellow, or pink in color. Mine happe... "Love is like a river that flows through your soul, caressing the banks, cascading over stones, unhampered by a fallen tree, rolling gently out to sea... This is not about me, but seen this picture and remembered times when renting or borrowing summer cottages you find things and wonder about the story ... In response to My Darling Colonel, the soldier writes to his found love among magnolia trees and in the water of the Santee River, to the woman that s... The longing to hold my angel and never let her out of my heart beyond life. The photo is the pink quartz heart ginen me to open my heart.
Wanting a relationship filled w/romantic
interludes... .. .Always ~LEAD STORY~
It was late
and raining
I lit a smoke
hearing presses humming
It was night
and cold winds hit me
as the river flowed black
darkness dim... I crave your embrace once more
the soft caress in your touch
turned into a flame for me
yet left undone I remain
more and more I long for
your smoke... Thanks Felix, this was fun as usual :)
The painting is by the Pre-Raphaelite painter Sir Francis Dicksee (1853-1928)
and is called "La Belle Dame San... It is not down in any map; true places never are. ~Herman Melville
One of my loves - dancing. The strength of love can be felt in my husband''s tender embrace. I sprinkle on your breast
The liquid from mine pen
That shed upon you stroking
It gently with your hands
Making me moan in delight
And enveloping... Lets runaway
Into a far land
Hand in hand
We''ll find our place
For us to be
You and me.
You''ll love me
Till the sun doesn''t shine anymore
Until the... Sometimes the sea and sand and old folklore rituals like notes in bottles ease or give a purpose to what we cannot understand.
On a pedestal high up on a shelf
There above me alone you sit by yourself
Out of reach to men not unlike myself
It’s not your fault I blame only mysel... |
