Hands caress
forms coincide
two sacred images
savor the essence
sudden discernment
extended and still
tranquil moment
no words aloud
soul windows open
encircled limbs crave
all consuming comfort
transpired revelation
pure peace is unveiled
and hope is granted
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Reviewed by Ed Lupinacci (Reader)
Reviewed on November 14, 2002
Open yourself up to the possibilities
Scary isn't it
Sylvia Masters, a hot fifty-two year old widow and CEO of her husbands company is challenged by her own instincts, family and friends when the Lieutenant investigating the murder of her ex-fiancee ask her to dinner. After a tumultuous beginning, the
Scary isn't it