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Your hands are so blessed
and restful. They deeply touch to penetrate the skin of my needing, the skin that needs feeding. I look at your hands so weathered with time, so strong and so fine; they speak of the ages. They speak of the sages. They turn the pages of life. I feel your hands so warm and alive. They thrive on what they can give. They live as an extension of your intentions and past recollections of holding. Your hands never demand; they simply reflect what you�re offering; and when I touch them, I touch eternity. I touch what yearns to be healed. I touch what gently yields. I kneel before them; they communicate Divinity. JDS 05/25/2008 |
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Ty darlin' 
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Ty darlin'
You're welcome Angel 
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WITH DEEP WRITING THOUGHTS!
Your hands are so blessed and restful. They deeply touch to penetrate the skin of my needing, the skin that needs feeding. I look at your hands so weathered with time, so strong and so fine; they speak of the ages. They speak of the sages. They turn the pages of life. I feel your hands so warm and alive. They thrive on what they can give. They live as an extension of your intentions and past recollections of holding. Your hands never demand; they simply reflect what you�re offering; and when I touch them, I touch eternity. I touch what yearns to be healed. I touch what gently yields. I kneel before them; they communicate Divinity. JDS 05/25/2008 |
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WITH DEEP WRITING THOUGHTS!
Your hands are so blessed and restful. They deeply touch to penetrate the skin of my needing, the skin that needs feeding. I look at your hands so weathered with time, so strong and so fine; they speak of the ages. They speak of the sages. They turn the pages of life. I feel your hands so warm and alive. They thrive on what they can give. They live as an extension of your intentions and past recollections of holding. Your hands never demand; they simply reflect what you�re offering; and when I touch them, I touch eternity. I touch what yearns to be healed. I touch what gently yields. I kneel before them; they communicate Divinity. JDS 05/25/2008 Ty Frank
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Your hands must be as soft as a new born baby's bottom. Soft, silky and so clean. Smooth and tender to their feel. Hands of a very special lady, an Angel so dear.
GREAT WORDS ANGEL!!!! 
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(((( Angel )))))
Pure Magic in your words,, pure beauty in your Soul
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Your hands must be as soft as a new born baby's bottom. Soft, silky and so clean. Smooth and tender to their feel. Hands of a very special lady, an Angel so dear.
GREAT WORDS ANGEL!!!!
TY for that sweetness (((T)))
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(((( Angel ))))) Pure Magic in your words,, pure beauty in your Soul
((((((Denise)))))) TY and for your posting on Kayla
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And your hands continue to write some of the best poetry around. Missed you Angel.
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Ty reason
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And your hands continue to write some of the best poetry around. Missed you Angel. Ty Robert. Ditto. If you missed my other message, so glad you're back here with us
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And your hands continue to write some of the best poetry around. Missed you Angel. Ty Robert. Ditto. If you missed my other message, so glad you're back here with us
Nope, didn't miss it and it feels good to be back.
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