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Your slopes,
your draws
and rills
challenge down hill the hand
that thrills beyond
green runs, to blue,
then diamond,
yet measured moves govern.
Smooth,
easy,
light turns,
the passion stores.
Skiing to contentment
not competition,
I conserve, relish,
savor heat.
Skirting your boundaries
with precision,
sound decision to dwell,
merits every pause…
Kisses light
the star
studded
slopes
good night as day wanes,
darkness remains.
An après ski glows
in your birthday skin
as I hug the inner lane…
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In a list
A contest entry
- prewrites by aeolia.
400 points, ended October 26, 2008, 128 entries
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Comments
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I have to say, that was an extremely interesting metaphor for a sensual poem. It's refreshing.
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are You Skiing or Sloping? hehe. nice one Paul, Smooth and elegant with a tempo of raciness.
nicely done buddy.
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XXXOOO Lane
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sensually spoken
I'll be back after i change me knickers. Oh yes and skiing is fun too! Beautifully penned, quite like lovely poetry.
Warmly, Chrissy
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oh my word!!!
I didn't know you had this in you...LOL...
wow...this is so sensual and alluring Paul...
very, very well done sir...
you have elevated my idea of skiing...and then some!!
love this side of you...hope to read more...
great write...
hope you avoid the trees on the downhill slopes...
Blessings! Tammy
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Bravo Poet!
Whoa. A black diamond slope for sure on that "inner lane"
Wonderful wonderful wonderful. Very well done.
~Pamela 
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Thank you so much poet P.A.L. for that nice comment.
Paul
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AWE-SOME!!!
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Thank you dear butterfly.
Paul
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groovy
what a refreshing whisper this poem is! I dig it.
One Love
Justine
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Hey I'll take groovy any day! I'm from the generation that came from. Dig it.
lol Thanks Justine
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beautiful - excellent metaphor...what a soft and flowing sensual poem...very well done..
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Thank you AM. That's high praise coming from you.
Paul
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