Laving Poems - Poems about Laving

...Most inconvenient our conveniences ~ saber-laving traps......

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...a bed of stones unloosed to spill from its path through fresh waters flow to the distant sea laving pebbles from its silty rough wrath from rivers fresh to brackish brine's debris the journey end......

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...What cascades pour light into my pores with their holy waters, laving me cleansing me of dusty layers? What delicate fingers bloom my buds with breezy touch, brushing my petals making them flu......

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...The soil is from Wall-Mart, brawny and rich as sweet tobacco. Driving home bag of dirt on the back seat, aromatic atoms of fertility pop unseen. I tip the bag wonder at the rich darkness yet ......

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...Morning found me on a river bank basking in the warmth of the sun I thought of myself as a turtle, believing my shell was armor shielding my heart from everyone I started to doze in placid t......

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...The soil is from Wall-Mart, brawny and rich as sweet tobacco. Driving home bag of dirt on the back seat, aromatic atoms of fertility pop unseen. I tip the bag wonder at the rich darkness yet ......

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...Aahhh sumptuous beloved nineseventeen calling for hot frothing, purling, bubbling steam laving eager flesh with honey scented cream strategic jets pummelling tight spots unseen hand langu......

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...Our little stream flows but a trickle most days but rises, runs, today -- all busy energy. Its perky change of pace does not match my current cast of face. Still, this steady slow drizzle ......

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... Transformation The Shield In MY Life It was a thunderous, illuminating night When He appeared and talked of the shield. I was there, just a face in the crowd, Elated by His energy an......

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...The river of time is flowing and laving every second of my life Wish I can make it stop even just for a while I am buried under my own thoughts and it’s hard to breathe My soul is drowned in the t......

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...LIFE FLOWS FROM ME WITH EACH EXHALATION OF BREATH TEARS WATER THE ARID DESERT OF MY SOUL. THE WIND HOWLS THRU THE SKELETAL REMAINS OF MY BEING AND DUST, DUST, DUST PORTRAYS ME. A SNEEZE......

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...The wisdom of the wind is motion, Wandering ecstatic, yet sublime. The charity of rain is laving lotion, Cleansing residues of urban grime. The genius of the sun is searing passion— Violent,......

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...C runching sounds erupt from beneath H umbling voices of satisfaction E rupt within your mouth E mbroidering the taste of cheese S mooth atonement immerse your tongue E ngrossing it with calmne......

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...I am tasting the pristine water melted from the highest mountain up high Dancing with the sun's rays over glazing summer's green grass Floating with the weltering waves of a vast ocean at sunset R......

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