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Reverie Saturday in the arms of Mother Nature

Reverie Saturday in the arms of Mother Nature That state – in between – just before one leaves consciousness in order to cross the threshold into that world of the subconscious That place between semi wakefulness and the land of dreams where life is surrealistically richer, deeper than reality and clearer than the images one sees in the world of dreams. In this fantastic, altered state of being, I felt, I touched a beautiful pink where all life begins, and begins ! My lips, my tongue, my fingers tips sailed across a body of pure water, caressing every atom, every epithelio of life, stroking your soul from head to your little toe and back to the world of pink, where sweet lips met mine, lubricating my tongue in the most passionate French kiss your motherhood has or will ever have known ! My state of reverie !, my dream, but not your reality. The reverie of my Saturday, I’d love to make your reality ! B. J. “A” 2 February 18th 2007

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