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MY LOVE
Contributed by
rmg
on
Monday, 14th November 2011 @ 12:46:14 PM in AEST
Topic:
LoveRemembered
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Her eyes are deep dark pools
of wisdom; a refreshing splash
of the Divine. She is always able
and most of the time willing to
see God in our shallow souls.
Her hearing is definitely damaged from
years of loudness (caused equally by
both work and play) yet this never hinders
her ability to listen to the small voices
of the ignored, to the whispers in wind.
Her taste is eclectic. With great affection,
she samples most everything once.
She enjoy to eat, drink and be marry
almost as much as she desires to
feed, nurture and make whoopee.
She is wild earth; (perennial,
green and growing); she is a
bouquet of old oak, young herbs
and fresh flowers. She is a budding
sprout and a fragrant fig tree.
Her hands hard with callouses (in
all the right places for manual labor
and in all the wrong places to gentle
caress soft flesh) so you get to
caress her for a change, instead!
Copyright ©
rmg
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2011-11-14 12:46:14] (Date/Time posted on
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