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Gait Water
Contributed by
Aquaelius
on
Thursday, 16th September 2004 @ 10:03:52 PM in AEST
Topic:
PoemsonBeauty
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The air plays with the strands of her hair,
they wave good-bye at those she has passed.
Each step ripples my ocean,
her body just a fluid mass...
A wave washes over me.
That slow provocative gait,
I feel myself being drawn into her...
Surround me with water.
The curve of her hips, the endless advance,
I can feel her against me...
A splash on my face.
The air plays with the strand of her hair,
they'vr waved good-bye at me.
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Re: Gait Water
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Friday, 17th September 2004 @ 01:12:09 PM AEST (User
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I happened to be thinking that same thought today. Interesting.
You describe it with uniquely, with this line
"The curve of her hips, the endless advance,"
Which made me think of this woman whom advanced upon me earlier . . .
Keep writing. |
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