There seems to be no one who fires my passions so quickly and so completely as you, Dearest Victoria, with your gossamer phrasing bedeviling my senses and stirring latent fires beyond control.

I don't know this lovely vision in saffron summer dress. But if you will but send her by, we surely will get acquainted before your next posting.

The first law of Philosophy: "A thing cannot be and not be."
Yet bodies hugged by silhouettes defies philosophy with the promise of unbridled passion.

I'm so glad I stopped by. Now let me go take a cold shower.

Richard

Victoria,
This is such a beautiful offering..Very soft and loving, visuals are absolutely stunning to see!! Beautiful work once again!

Much peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"

A most enchanting offering hinting at déjà vu. Thank you for sharing this gift dear Vickie. Love, hugs, and best wishes,

xo Regis

The pictures ad the words are absolutely beautiful. You are one talented individual.

Kim
http://www.beautiful-loe-quotes.com

very beautiful and truly sensual!

Very beautiful.

Dayvid

our words are so descriptive and magical i could almost smell the beautifull aroma of the meadow and the intoxicating esscence of this beautiful woman.
loely piece Vickie.
Dave

All your words are beautiful dear Vickie and this is no exception.

Your Newfie friend, Rose

Victoria, you have painted a lovely picture, it is an art to make it come to life.

Cheers,
Dan

Like brushing with our fingertips the coolness of flowers on a garden's early morning, before the sun awakes the fragrances...

Georg

EXCELLENT!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva

Dear Victoria
Your poem "Plucking Love Petals" shows your sharpened sensibilities and heightened imaginative feeling.. No doubt, your romantic poems reveal "the renaissance of wonder" (Dunton). I'm obliged to you for forwarding the poem to me. Best Wishes and in gratitude
Santosh Kumar

this one sings with the freshness of passion and beauty...the material felt between fingers, the scents and aromas...the feelings...
fee

A Victorian romance of the 17th Century where the women carried Via small metal box with hinged lid where she kept her name card to give out to those she wanted...mistress then you were, my driver's license do indeed list my eyes as hazel...I was in the Domino Room that night where you saw me, my wife took me into the basement where she bent me over the barrels in sensuous delight, you must have seen my bare ass striped with red...ah...Plucking Love Petal, Victoria...your secret remains...lace doilies and dried flower petals in a jar with cinnamon, nutmeg, allspice and rose oil...you did know her.

Velvet lips & rose hips,
Sage

I like the sense of mystery throughout this poem. You describe her beautifully, practically capturing her carefree essence. Hugs,
Sheila