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Rising 'Bove the Wet

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     Ourn eyne meet
      'pon mine rise

    I felt the tremors
          of her lips

              too
      at ourn vocals
           connect
    whilst hern pretty
            lisped

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FJ Thomas Date: 4/4/2018 11:27:00 AM I always enjoy a gently sensuous write. Veeery nice James :) Login to Reply James Peranteau Date: 4/4/2018 12:41:00 PM Your relish causes mine glee dear poet

Richard Lamoureux Date: 4/4/2018 9:39:00 AM An enjoyable read! Login to Reply James Peranteau Date: 4/4/2018 12:23:00 PM Ty dear poet

Nette Onclaud Date: 4/2/2018 3:15:00 PM makes me go back to templar days, james... gently sizzling!.. huggs and thanks for your insights. Login to Reply James Peranteau Date: 4/4/2018 12:33:00 PM Yw nette

Andrea Dietrich Date: 4/2/2018 2:53:00 PM Sweet one. Not knowing medieval style, I do not know if it is grammatical or not. haha. But it's meaning is lovely. Login to Reply James Peranteau Date: 4/4/2018 12:28:00 PM I digress, yes at times Andrea and err with many times the smirk on my face indulging poetic license here and there within my writes...yet, not within this particular write...*sm

Joe Maverick Date: 2/27/2018 11:51:00 AM Enjoyed this medieval style of write James hope alls well with you there.' Login to Reply James Peranteau Date: 4/4/2018 12:32:00 PM Ty dear poet