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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Every moment is a potion mixing in the adjoinisent wave. Where possibility falls like raindrops, leaving you with the wonder of knowing; how things are to be, how it is to behave. Do you remember a time the warm summer air gave birth to hatchlings that cloud-bursted into your makeshift oasis? By the Sea a Pool or a Pond, River, Lake or Stream. Born out of the blue, streaking and skinny dipping back in, like a fiend. R-Will-searching for love's Strombolient Cave, rippled in urging,- execution of means and way. Bursting anew into a heat seeking ring; a resurging the repurposing of will and union and new beginning from that day. A whispered hint, a sneak peek from one that has a hard time keeping a secret. I must say! Condensation passes from Her dripping maw, savors, in understanding, favors our barrage of desires, with flavors grinning long. Possibility indeed falls like raindrops, bursting wet and pure. Standing at our precipice, rapping at our gate, demuir circumstances courting you in a belly-dance, around that trial by fire, pregnant with fertility, forged by the desire of our contemplate, inspired nativity. Mystery's lungs breathe in perfect timing. The sigh, heard as an inaudible bracelet rattle, singing, opining. Skipping, smirking, teasing and tattling. Mother Love in Love in the distance you can hear the humming feminine prattle. Peddling, a dance of pounces onto bare footing, for riding atop of and settling, saddling. in happiness's tantric trance. Gaia roundabout, Straddling. Fairied in a Feminine dream. Ferried by empathy. Stitching stitchlings into hand-maidens and hand-maidens into the fabrics seams. Seems as if the Familiar lips, the atmospheres sway of hips; adept the sensor censer of Holy Smoke equipped with Angelic Sound, an anonomous kiss, above Consecrated Ground is not at all remiss.
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