On a huge, bolder, by the shore,
I sit caressing, her hair,
The gentle surf,
Softly meets, the sands.
Seagulls, silently soar, above,
Stealthily, they dive, for their prey,
Like A siren,
When I brush her hair,
She sings to me, hypnotic melodies.
I whisper, loving words,
With never ending, devotion of love,
A love as pure,
As the first rays, of morning sunlight.
Clear, as a crystal diamond,
Refecting,
On a heavenly, drop of dew,
Blessing the petals of a rose at dawn.
Her loveliness, is as starling,
As the brightest, of full moons,
Or beautiful, as a pod of dolphins
Joyfully swimming, near by.
Kisses, are sensuously shared,
We stared into each other's eyes,
Searching, for those moments,
we often dared.
The sunset, blesses our day,
She slips, into the gentle swells,
Leaving me, with the silent image,
Of her Golden Glittering tail,
Disappearing into the ocean.
This is a sentimental and epic story about a young man, injured in the Viewnam War, who returns to Dallas, Texas, in 1964, and begins rebuilding his life. Set against the rock and roll era of the early 1960’s, when casual sex and recreational drugs w
He needs a wife. She needs a reason to trust him. He fell for her at first sight. She, not so much.
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This was wonderful, William!
Debbie :)
Excellent
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Warm Love,
*-Brittany-*
This is a wonderous tale ending in a wet dream...ahum...so-to-speak.
love and peace,
Susan
Chrisssie
If only I had a go at that magic I will not let it slip through my fingers
love
Tinka