they embrace beatific thoughts
along the Japanese gardens
contouring their bodies as one
in the delineate fragrances
blooming within floriate emotions
surrendered by the essences of love
along the isles of bamboo grasses
and arching snow willows
where they reached elysian heights
from the flourishing fountains
of their wisdom’s bosom
plucking knowledge while listening
to the softness of the white egret orchids
whispering gingerly into towery zephyrs
as her intoxicating bouquet and perfumery
impregnates the bounty of divinity’s promise
speaking quietuses within the ambrosial stillness’s
evocatively embracing desires inflection
touching the paradisal meaning and depths
of their innate soul’s divinual passion…
Truly a lovely tribute to a beautiful creation, Vickie. Thank you for the gift and the lesson since I was not familiar with this wonderful flower. Love, hugs and best wishes to you,
Who knew the Wright's had a trunk full of hidden family secrets? Searching for treasure and hidden family secrets is one way to fuel the flames of passion.
I loved him. At age twelve he touched my heart with his music. At age twenty he captured my heart when our eyes met as he sat on a stage and sang Four months later, he fractured my heart with his refusal to allow us to stay together. At age seventy
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SO beautiful, Victoria. SO beautiful.
T h a n k . y o u ~ !
xOx Phyllis xOx
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of your language. We have egrets here; I'd love to
see the orchids. And you. =gene.
the thier is now their... :)
You may wanna change their in the last line xxx
Pictures go perfectly. . . . . .
db
This is tastefully erotic, makes me want to go find my man. The photos are gorgeous.
Ragno
xo Regis
Blessings,
Christine