She holds me infinitely into the coming night Our love is momentous as the star light It shines and sparkles like the suns warmth Our love is eternal A moment of orgasm An infinity of bliss
She wears a short skirt Her legs like silk, Her scent sweet She’s beautiful in this eternal dream I hold her tightly Her breath is life Her heart is beating next to mine
You write such soft and dreamy poetry! Major "sigh" material,
which is a good thing! I think we all could use a bit of "dreaming"
on that special Love Cloud...well at least I know I could! <smiles>
Reviewed by Jane Rodway (Reader)
Reviewed on August 17, 2005
Your love shows through so clearly, yet not mushy. Good write.
This is so subtley smooth, like the lady's legs, Dale! :)) What I really admire about it is the way you have given us eternity in the moment... and also brought that ethereal moment into reality by giving us such a cameo of the reality of the couple - with that down-to-earth description of the girl with her "short skirt" and "scent sweet"... gives us all the hope that such moments of eternity are not beyond any of us, rather than being "just the dream". Class and stylishly written as always. Infinity in the circle of your arms.. I like it!! LOL Kate xx
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You write such soft and dreamy poetry! Major "sigh" material,
which is a good thing! I think we all could use a bit of "dreaming"
on that special Love Cloud...well at least I know I could! <smiles>
Love Tinka
Eileen