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The mountain before us !!!
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With late afternoon
just settling in, we crested the hill our ascent to begin, The mountain before us as steep as can be, without needing ropes and climbing quite free. The tiny chalk bags on our hips gave us grip her traveling ahead as I followed her lips. Free climbing nude an idea I liked but I didn't think through the scene as we hiked. By summit in evening with wine on our minds we camped on the ceiling and let it unwind. And there on the roof of the world in the rough we took to our travels by vining the buff. As fierce as our climb into clouds above all the miracle was we never did fall. So great was our journey to places within, we crested the hill, an ascent to the end. runningturtle87 |
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america
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When
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I was waiting for you. I want to be whispering a steady stream of titillating fantasies into your ear and let you know just how exquisitely divine you really are to me..... it takes a path to be able to reach you that allows us to be able to talk more easily than all these many steps and too the attention of your being there and staying at it, kiss after touch after awakened sigh........ and then perhaps, when you have nothing else to do but be right here, laid on your back and legs astride, I'll feel the pleasure of your flower opened to and thrust my tongue inside. Written by runningturtle87 This is not about making love, this is about being in love..."It takes a path to be able to reach you" Composition! |
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When
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you so welcome
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When
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Thank you so much dear bastet,,,
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She talks to me like she wants me to listen,
To hear from her all that she wants to say, Giving her reason to sit and glisten, Beaming her mantra both night and day: Here in the heart of the open door, The soul is the dancer, the music the floor; Beating the heart of the soul that is free, Rhythmically moving the ground and the tree. Deep in her eyes are the truths of the soul, Given to all, the young and the old; Wisdom and fortune and banqueting rain, These are the treasures imbued in her brain. What else but reason would give me this thrill, For I am her valley, and she is my hill. runningturtle87 |
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She talks to me like she wants me to listen,
To hear from her all that she wants to say, Giving her reason to sit and glisten, Beaming her mantra both night and day: Here in the heart of the open door, The soul is the dancer, the music the floor; Beating the heart of the soul that is free, Rhythmically moving the ground and the tree. Deep in her eyes are the truths of the soul, Given to all, the young and the old; Wisdom and fortune and banqueting rain, These are the treasures imbued in her brain. What else but reason would give me this thrill, For I am her valley, and she is my hill. |
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A distant star
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God your beautiful
I every single way The way your perfume Dances from your skin In misty unseen clouds Whose droplets explode In fragments of delight I love your scent with every breath I breath whether in the morning or the night. The way you smile and speak through the windows of your soul, your eyes speak without a single utterance, words unspoken transcend the ether between our beings those eyes that some only use for seeing. The way you kiss although I have tasted the velvet ruby ribbons of desire but once the vivid reflection of their parting when laid upon mine is caught in the mirrors of my mind. The way you flow through life like a steady stream, embracing each and every change, then moving on, from girl to lady, from daughter to mother, from friend to wife , from colleague to ... What am I to you in the flow of life? So from as far as a distant star I work with you - if you only knew God I love you every day in every single way. |
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When
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I was waiting for you.
I want to be whispering a steady stream of titillating fantasies into your ear and let you know just how exquisitely divine you really are to me..... it takes a path to be able to reach you that allows us to be able to talk more easily than all these many steps and too the attention of your being there and staying at it, kiss after touch after awakened sigh........ and then perhaps, when you have nothing else to do but be right here, laid on your back and legs astride, I'll feel the pleasure of your flower opened to and thrust my tongue inside. Written by runningturtle87 |
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Mingle Meet in Mumbai
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yes its a great idea!!! plz keep me posted abt it..
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pune
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lol.... he just wanted to if some one is from pune, india..here on mingle........
yes i am from pune.... |
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Santa is Coming...
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will go for a long drive till lonawala.... ans spend some time in a nice retreat ... and back to pune next day....
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1)..Lying on his deathbed, a loving husband was wavering between life and death when he thought he smelled chocolate chip cookies baking. They were his very favourite, so he dragged himself out of bed, crawled to the kitchen and was just reaching up to take a cookie off the plate when his wife slapped his hand with a spatula.
"Don't touch!" she commanded. "They're for the funeral." ================================== 2)..A little boy ,After being shouted at by his mom (sitting sadly) Dad asked : What happened son ? Kid : Dad ,I can't handle your wife anymore ! I want my own wife |
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Retribution: poetry by me
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Taking away all that came along my way
Realized that I have to give it all one day Arduous was the thought Slowly I disseminated all When all was gone, took a flight so light Was reformed to estate delight Met my match in route to my trip Said, I will meet you again in bliss The nature endowed me with infinite space I became a god of my own state Soon my priest came alongJoined my journey to take me along This day I oblate all of itTo nature who has bestowed me Desire to live in my bliss forever The day is not far my retribution will call on To what I deserve! |
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Times I have been stubborn, curious and anxious without any direction to go
I stood on the crossroads every time to try all Never found a straight path or guide to direct me home Realization was a stranger to me I tried, experimented and tested what all people pursue Failed in being contented Traversed and became a vagabond Strange characters indulged me and I divulged Joined the crowd to walk along however stood out as alien Then lurked and antagonized Obnoxious I thrashed what came acrossThought came to clean up the mess I created Looking at the mirror I saw me degenerate Knocked all doors who wanted papers Came across another crossroad to choose and asked the taxidriver to guide me insteadHe took me to a tunnel and asked if I want to through this dark phase Withstood all escapism I let go through the tunnel Saw a faint light approaching as we were hurdling Wanted to capture it Then came the moment I was in it A formless being drew me to traverse the road ahead As a child unaware I followed Lightening flashed and I held tight to meWoke up with it and found myself Penned all my moments never to perish I fell in love with the child I hadStill the eternal child goes trampling Now I am here and want all to join me. |
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I am so glad, and thank ful to all above who have posted/ commented... God bless you all
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Retribution :Poetry by me!!!
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.. thanks dear!!!
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Retribution :Poetry by me!!!
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Taking away all that came along my way
Realized that I have to give it all one day Arduous was the thought Slowly I disseminated all When all was gone, took a flight so light Was reformed to estate delight Met my match in route to my trip Said, I will meet you again in bliss The nature endowed me with infinite space I became a god of my own state Soon my priest came alongJoined my journey to take me along This day I oblate all of itTo nature who has bestowed me Desire to live in my bliss forever The day is not far my retribution will call on To what I deserve! |
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