Deep roots are not reached by frost.
J.R.R. Tolkien
Tip of the Iceberg
How deep thru the darkness, can you drive down?
Plunging and thrusting, motionless sound
Cool to the touch, harder than stone
Rotating pressure....like a cyclone
Smoothing the edges, with every thrust
Heating the cold...... driven by lust
Regions obscure, to casual glance
Borders enlarged, by eager expanse
Passage is spread, as friction bears down
Darkness now total and draped like a gown
Region of cold, melting liquid and smooth
Penetration of frost, erotically soothes
Lady A
4/03
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Reviewed by Jacqueline VanZandbeek (Reader)
Reviewed on May 1, 2003
Why have missed your excellence. You have talent that soars! Good job Lady A!!
Jacqueline
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