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LIFE TRODDEN PUDDLE

Copyright 2007 ann raven

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Beneath his breath sighs her name
He doesn’t want to; he mustn’t
It can never be this way
She catches it in the breeze
Bouncing from leaf to gossamer leaf
Each one drips with his frustrated tears
Through her open window
She knows
She hearsHe lays awake eyes shut tight
Willing unwanted thoughts please go away
Loath to fight wrong over right
She the substance of his dreams
Too aware it can never be
Wishing she would go die disappear
Forbidden to him he groans
She knows
She hears

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Plucks through his memory
Traces her every line her curves
His passion stirs unconsciously
Unearthly shivers of the wind
Ghostly carry her his touch his kiss
A gale force hurricane domineers
Her moans as bodies dance as one but each alone
He knows
He hears


Copyright 2007 ann raven


the loves of my life

at the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet ~~~ plato

thank you…

... to everyone whose pictures and videos I have borrowed; if anyone would like theirs to be removed, please tell me and I shall be happy to do so

all words here are mine ~ I’ll tell you when they’re not!

from long ago

in case I forget what day of the week it is

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