I am a purple silken veil aloft in the wind I feel your essence drawing me to where you are I wrap myself round your frame,sensing your spirit that's untame I slowly slip past your hip and slide down your thigh like a meter I sense you quiver and hear you sigh you've never felt this kind of sensation,I am unique designed to cause elation you want to grasp me but you can't, when I feel you start to pant, I know you're reaching fruition,with a kiss I float away on a breeze leaving you in a state of bliss
Salomé had a few of those, wear one for me and nothing else and I will comment, review...anything you want, just let me see that veil go slowly down as this poem caresses my heart.
Georg
Swamp Alley is a portal between this side and the other side. The Wizard is destined to save the land from the Ugly Babies in the Land of Lack Luster on the other side. With the help of Madame Plume and her magic wand, can they save the magical doll
The third in The Seventh Circle Series. Join the Seventh Circle and friends as they battle against the forces of the Black Order, the four demons, and contiune their quest to find the Soulstone.
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Blessings,
Joyce B.
Georg
Peace,
Bill
Love Tinka
Dreamy are your brilliant
words created within your mind
Love & Peace
William
Thanks,
Dan
Soft. A delicate whisper of verse that will touch long after having being felt/read. PERFECT. Well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Regis
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Adding this to the Eileen Files! :)