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Last updated: 10/11/2009
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Strength,
My Type |
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Strength,
My Type
Images
Strawberries,
Chocolate Covered
Fast Walk
Thunderstorm
Screw UP |
Sure of my position
Open to negotiation,
Prepared to hold
Willing to yield
Not powerful
Strong, confident, sure
Yet tender
Touch you lightly
Feel it deep
Absent, yet with you
Many is the strong gale weathered
The rough trail behind me
Willing to share more with me
Prepared to walk them alone
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Aromas of an autumn forest, hands intertwined, birds in the glorious fall trees telling us of their thoughts, strolling along a path few others know, sharing what only we know
The end of a long day,, A light aroma of garlic from the stir fry, Soft jazz intermingled with inconsequential conversation, a gentle massage as you turn the veggies, arms encircling and an ever so delectate kiss on the neck.
Let us hug at dawn as the light seeps over the distant hills.
Share the mountain trails with me and hold my hand.
A warm embrace as the sun sets over the sands.
Cuddle on a Sunday morn and hold the world at bay.
Breakfast brought to you where you slept.
Your movie choice that night.
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Strawberries,
Chocolate Covered |
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Dark
Double boiler
Wax paper
A smile
A waiting taste
It cools
Close your eyes
For you Anticipation,
Flavor, choc
Sweet berry
Maybe not
Next, before
Mingled
Which again?
Fingers sticky
Sigh
Cuddle
Mutual warmth |
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Fast Walk |
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Weekend morn
Fast walk,
Yes, Peter's Hill
A moment, two
The view, my breath
Then down, around
Back home
No, not really
To Center Street
Rossi Square
Fornax Bakery
Decadent Pecan Roll
Coffee
Mmmmm,
Something missing
Hand to hold
Smile to share
Maybe some day |
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Thunderstorm |
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I sit here in awe, the thunder recedes into the distance
The patter of the rain soothing the nerves
It had the capacitance to destroy a city
All I ask is the capacity to find a companion
As the last rumbles fade away
I wonder - what will come with the break of day
I wish for your life the excitement of the storm
And the peace of the rain |
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Screw Up
It's not easy.
We screw up
We own up
We make up
We do our best
Let time fill in the balance. |
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