Burning Hearts Shared Passion - an online conversation ----> passionate poem of Love
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BEGINNING THE CONVERSATION
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Good Morning Dear Tati,
My how lovely your fresh petals look
as they unfurl to greet the sun from within your precious nook
So sweet!
How are you,
Dear Rick?
Fine luv,
Can you tell what's on my mind
from the poem that I signed?
And you dear; how do you feel today?
I feel that Spring has its Powers on :-)
and the Poem is simply wonderful, dear
Not as wonderful as the one
who inspires the warmth of Sun
Great words....POET
I am YOUR poet
you are my flower
O, my God
No merely a man ....
who worships a Goddess
You are too good
Good? Maybe.
With words I am getting better lately
My creative juices have been flowing
this Spring as I gather nectar from flowers growing
With deeds however I wither
for I have no lady friends nearby to bid me come hither
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BURNING HEARTS SHARED PASSION
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ooouuu,
indeed Honey flows from your Sweet Lips,
Rick.....
If you could see my lips so full
of so much desire for you Tati they nearly drool
my heart is knocking when you telling me such words, Rick .....
I understand how much Yannick had lost .....
she had no luck
Tati I am here to knock on the door to your heart
asking that you allow me to give you the same night of pleasure
as you read from the Yannick story of my part
Ooooouuuuh, that would be the best night of my life ,,,,,
Tati from a night with you of shared passion
would flow epic words I can now only barely imagine
and of the Night with you
I will lose any sense of reality
thinking of and adoring only you
We share a new reality dear one of adoration and love so sublime
only to exist when we lie in bed together our bodies so perfectly entwined
The stroking or "battling" in bed when two souls match would be just perfect, Rick ...
If our souls match so well online,
I guess in bed they would match much more....
Yes our souls would match perfectly lying together in your bed
a supplicant man stroking in your pure virgin waters spring fed
ooouuuuuu,
that would be awesome to get stroked by an experienced man like you
you cant imagine how much sensual and sensuous I am ....
I feel like to have sex all the times and it is confusing me sometimes to think of sex when it is no place right to think of that .....
Maybe a little confused the pure virgin Goddess has legions of supplicants from which to choose
By choosing the soul of experience she has everything to gain and nothing to lose
O, Rick, I would give you a Nobel Prize,
I swear, you are the best ever ...
The words that flow from your heart
are so meaningful and deep, my Dear Rick,
the cleverest man i had ever met ...the best soul mate ever
I come gratefully to the bed of my Goddess with a meaningful word
to be matched by a deep deed I stroke you with my gallant sword
Blessed be, Poet
Getting stroked by your Sword
would be the Prize of Life, Rick
Now look into my eyes as we writhe to seek the wondrous prize
and know that I long to satisfy your every need that possibly could arise
Now I give you a kiss as deep as the desire
that burns inside me with such brilliant fire
Look into my eyes looking at you with so much affection,
Look into my heart burning for you with so much love,
Look into my mind ready to satisfy all your needs which will ever appear ...
whenever they do, I am here
Our eyes are locked our hearts our burning
to reach the fulfillment of a Love so yearning
We share the vision of mind's eyes merged
as we satisfy the genuine lust that our loins so greatly urge
While hearts are burning in great love,
our bodies are burning in the greatest lust ....
our souls match loving and lusting
and our minds match flirting with smiles ...
Burning hearts shared passion loving bodies lusting and nearly bursting
with perfect timing in mind you bring me smiles flirting
As I stroke within you my pressure building from so deep
I truly believe my beloved Tati that you are the one I forever want to keep
Just the best of the best you are, my Dear Rick ...
and you know that I will love you always
and forever
from the deepest bottom of my heart
To the deepest part of your heart I send you my word
To the deepest part of your womb I send you my sword
The most important wish I make is that in your heart my love will take root
and if God allows it from my seed a beautiful new soul will bear fruit
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The sands of time past keep shifting according to how we remember or forget or refashion it in hindsight, which is no sight at all.
Kajal Basu
Last edited by Bees; 04-14-2008 at 03:50 PM..
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