Strolling virtually I must embrace..Taking hold & approaching your face ~ Essentials overcome reality of where we are standing ~ Our cloud overshadowing our own surroundings ...
Whether strolling in dreams or reality...embracing her lovely body, stoking her beautiful face, her long dark hair shown like black sapphires, as her piercing dark eyes succumbed to my energies...as he bent to kiss her moistened lips...shadows covered our surroundings, leaving us breathless and hungry. Tim, this is what I imagined as I read this...I thought your writing was inspiring & conjured up some great imaginations.
Reviewed by blue soplain (Reader)
Reviewed on December 13, 2007
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would that the ethereal intangible world could be transcended, crossed, and caressed..reaped and sewn... , the realm of some wanton plane of existence. .what light through yon window breaks, . ..
and in REALity ()
words/letters on a keyed up board are not willing enough to participate in all the mind can conjure; all it can ensconce. ..
like living in a vaccuum, reaching into a nothing. .
but finding every possible thing BEing true. .
in ()ne person's e[yes]
The ogress pauses-- brushes her hand across her face. Was that a kiss she felt? (She'd only felt one once before-- and that was on her wedding day) She felt the unused tears sting her dry eyes-- an unfamiliar sensation, this. She looked up and saw the shadows drawing swiftly across the leagues of sky and sighed-- an open sort of protection. She reached her massive hand up, and fingered the clouds: A fine texture with which to weave, thought she. But for now, she took the whole and draped it carefully around her shoulders to keep out the chill of much-earned loneliness. She could make 12,000 doilies with this cloth-- she'd unravel it later when she found a place to stay and settled down-- settled down. She held those words in her mind a pace or two (another 14 leagues just slipped away). She thought of the cloth about her shoulders, as soft as settled down. She brought a corner up to her lips and kissed it softly-- something she'd never, ever done before. And wouldn't you know it? It kissed her back again. --Charlie
What grows inside our minds may be larger than the world around us.
At times, it's so good to share it. Sometimes, just hush the world of fantasy, then express it, one tiny little drop at a time.
Intuitively, I know I've lived many lifetimes, and none more interesting than the one I'm living now. However, being born an old soul somehow did not excuse me from the same job I share with you and that is learning to craft a positive attitude about
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Explosive imagery!!
Love Tinka
Love,
Susan
Walt
would that the ethereal intangible world could be transcended, crossed, and caressed..reaped and sewn... , the realm of some wanton plane of existence. .what light through yon window breaks, . ..
and in REALity ()
words/letters on a keyed up board are not willing enough to participate in all the mind can conjure; all it can ensconce. ..
like living in a vaccuum, reaching into a nothing. .
but finding every possible thing BEing true. .
in ()ne person's e[yes]
mesmerizing
At times, it's so good to share it. Sometimes, just hush the world of fantasy, then express it, one tiny little drop at a time.
Inspiring as always.
Axilea