She wears an Eden in her hair
and on her feet
sandles of ivy;
strings unto her yearning breast
a necklace of pearly seed ...
pendulum of promises
She presses red roses
in secluded valleys
of undiscovered joys,
making traces of sunkissed soil
and toning the seven colours
of repeated ecstasies
Mirroring her
in the deep wells
of his eyes;
mirroring her
in his moaning desires;
Whilst he jubilantly tastes
the golden ambrosia
and tenderly drinks
from abundant offerings
of the honey wine
of Virginity
myra
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Written February 17th, 2002
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Mike: Thanks for noticing ...
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beneath all the flowers and honey there is something profound in your message. Thanks for sharing.
Mike -
gecko ... could ANYone write 'Listening to your Sighs' as you did?
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beautiful write Myra
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Thank you chasing ... there is no love like the love of Virginity ...which lasts a lifetime ...
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absolutely lovely :o)
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Thank you Alpha ... how appropriate: the first one to read ...
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Wow!
So truly awesome
I love the way you wrote this
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