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MY LOVE
Contributed by
rmg
on
Monday, 14th November 2011 @ 12:45:21 PM in AEST
Topic:
LoveRemembered
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Her eyes are deep dark pools of wisdom; a refreshing splash of the Divine. She is always able and most of the time willing to see God in our shallow souls.
Her hearing is definitely damaged from years of loudness (caused equally by both work and play) yet this never hinders her ability to listen to the small voices of the ignored, to the whispers in wind.
Her taste is eclectic. With great affection, she samples most everything once. She enjoy to eat, drink and be marry almost as much as she desires to feed, nurture and make whoopee.
She is wild earth; (perennial, green and growing); she is a bouquet of old oak, young herbs and fresh flowers. She is a budding sprout and a fragrant fig tree.
Her hands hard with callouses (in all the right places for manual labor and in all the wrong places to gentle caress soft flesh) so you get to caress her for a change, instead!
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rmg
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2011-11-14 12:45:21] (Date/Time posted on
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