Sensuality, and a vivid imagination ... (13)
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Well, ok .. thats fairly eloquent .. lmao!!!
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Blimey! I came to this thread to sign up for a bit of sensuality and vivid imagination and... did you write that OP? If you did Danielle Steel better watch out.
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Yep ... I was listening to Adagio for strings at the time (y'know from Platoon)
It just came flowing out ...
It just came flowing out ...
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Belushi: Its cold outside, and there is a roaring fire, with low lights. The fire is casting an orange glow at irregular rythms across the wooden cabin walls.
The heat emanating from the fire is comfortable and relaxing. Its flames generate first orange, then red then the yellows that ease the mind and relax the soul.
Some soft soulful music is playing in that background that fills in the comfortable silences and the knowing looks.
The remains of dinner on the plates still on the table, and are likely to stay there until morning.
Some excellent strong, sweet coffee after the rich and warming wine makes its way down to your toes, as you kick off your shoes.
The warmth of contentment settles in the pit of your stomach, and as you slowly lean back with your head resting on the sofa, you feel some strong fingers playing with your shoulders, and massaging your neck. Your head rolls involuntarily forward to receive these ministrations.
The day's exertions are soothed away with those kneading, knowing fingers.
Then slowly, you lift your head and turn to face them. The shape of their face is as engrained on your mind as your own. The smile from them lifts the sound of your heartbeats so that it drowns out the music in your ears.
Their eyes light up when you return their smile. You now turn around and while on your knees, you take the face of the one you desire most at this moment in your hands and look deep into their soul.
There is no sound, not a whisper of the leaves on the trees can be heard, not a high-frequency sound of the misty small waterfall outside your door.
The most eloquent silence; that of two mouths meeting in a kiss.
The heat emanating from the fire is comfortable and relaxing. Its flames generate first orange, then red then the yellows that ease the mind and relax the soul.
Some soft soulful music is playing in that background that fills in the comfortable silences and the knowing looks.
The remains of dinner on the plates still on the table, and are likely to stay there until morning.
Some excellent strong, sweet coffee after the rich and warming wine makes its way down to your toes, as you kick off your shoes.
The warmth of contentment settles in the pit of your stomach, and as you slowly lean back with your head resting on the sofa, you feel some strong fingers playing with your shoulders, and massaging your neck. Your head rolls involuntarily forward to receive these ministrations.
The day's exertions are soothed away with those kneading, knowing fingers.
Then slowly, you lift your head and turn to face them. The shape of their face is as engrained on your mind as your own. The smile from them lifts the sound of your heartbeats so that it drowns out the music in your ears.
Their eyes light up when you return their smile. You now turn around and while on your knees, you take the face of the one you desire most at this moment in your hands and look deep into their soul.
There is no sound, not a whisper of the leaves on the trees can be heard, not a high-frequency sound of the misty small waterfall outside your door.
The most eloquent silence; that of two mouths meeting in a kiss.
mmmm.... well feel free to write to me!!
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It´s not cold outside, I´ve done the wine and drinking the coffee as I write, the rest I have to conjure up. 
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Belushi: Its cold outside, and there is a roaring fire, with low lights. The fire is casting an orange glow at irregular rythms across the wooden cabin walls.
The heat emanating from the fire is comfortable and relaxing. Its flames generate first orange, then red then the yellows that ease the mind and relax the soul.
Some soft soulful music is playing in that background that fills in the comfortable silences and the knowing looks.
The remains of dinner on the plates still on the table, and are likely to stay there until morning.
Some excellent strong, sweet coffee after the rich and warming wine makes its way down to your toes, as you kick off your shoes.
The warmth of contentment settles in the pit of your stomach, and as you slowly lean back with your head resting on the sofa, you feel some strong fingers playing with your shoulders, and massaging your neck. Your head rolls involuntarily forward to receive these ministrations.
The day's exertions are soothed away with those kneading, knowing fingers.
Then slowly, you lift your head and turn to face them. The shape of their face is as engrained on your mind as your own. The smile from them lifts the sound of your heartbeats so that it drowns out the music in your ears.
Their eyes light up when you return their smile. You now turn around and while on your knees, you take the face of the one you desire most at this moment in your hands and look deep into their soul.
There is no sound, not a whisper of the leaves on the trees can be heard, not a high-frequency sound of the misty small waterfall outside your door.
The most eloquent silence; that of two mouths meeting in a kiss.
you reach out .she is so near,the time has comefor that magic moment.....then BANG.as you hits the floor.rolling from totop bunk bed yuo were dreaming on.........The heat emanating from the fire is comfortable and relaxing. Its flames generate first orange, then red then the yellows that ease the mind and relax the soul.
Some soft soulful music is playing in that background that fills in the comfortable silences and the knowing looks.
The remains of dinner on the plates still on the table, and are likely to stay there until morning.
Some excellent strong, sweet coffee after the rich and warming wine makes its way down to your toes, as you kick off your shoes.
The warmth of contentment settles in the pit of your stomach, and as you slowly lean back with your head resting on the sofa, you feel some strong fingers playing with your shoulders, and massaging your neck. Your head rolls involuntarily forward to receive these ministrations.
The day's exertions are soothed away with those kneading, knowing fingers.
Then slowly, you lift your head and turn to face them. The shape of their face is as engrained on your mind as your own. The smile from them lifts the sound of your heartbeats so that it drowns out the music in your ears.
Their eyes light up when you return their smile. You now turn around and while on your knees, you take the face of the one you desire most at this moment in your hands and look deep into their soul.
There is no sound, not a whisper of the leaves on the trees can be heard, not a high-frequency sound of the misty small waterfall outside your door.
The most eloquent silence; that of two mouths meeting in a kiss.
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Belushi: Yep ... I was listening to Adagio for strings at the time (y'know from Platoon)
It just came flowing out ...
It just came flowing out ...
Then maybe you should listen to it 500 or so times and compile it into a book - you have some talent OP - if this snippet of romantic fiction is typical.
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as we erupt in a bliss , surrounding our selves in the mist as our heart beat's as one when we kiss feeling the rhythm of love combine .... our lips moisten with lavendar sparks flaring across our flesh..... ( there's your poem)
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while our fangs are deepening into our flesh while a beg for mercy but kept on going into as the heat rises above our bodywavs. as butterflies escaping from our wound hand's wraping around our flesh pulling up against each other feeling the asthompher boiling with ecstasy...
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does poems hand writin....<<<
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Belushi: Its cold outside, and there is a roaring fire, with low lights. The fire is casting an orange glow at irregular rythms across the wooden cabin walls.
The heat emanating from the fire is comfortable and relaxing. Its flames generate first orange, then red then the yellows that ease the mind and relax the soul.
Some soft soulful music is playing in that background that fills in the comfortable silences and the knowing looks.
The remains of dinner on the plates still on the table, and are likely to stay there until morning.
Some excellent strong, sweet coffee after the rich and warming wine makes its way down to your toes, as you kick off your shoes.
The warmth of contentment settles in the pit of your stomach, and as you slowly lean back with your head resting on the sofa, you feel some strong fingers playing with your shoulders, and massaging your neck. Your head rolls involuntarily forward to receive these ministrations.
The day's exertions are soothed away with those kneading, knowing fingers.
Then slowly, you lift your head and turn to face them. The shape of their face is as engrained on your mind as your own. The smile from them lifts the sound of your heartbeats so that it drowns out the music in your ears.
Their eyes light up when you return their smile. You now turn around and while on your knees, you take the face of the one you desire most at this moment in your hands and look deep into their soul.
There is no sound, not a whisper of the leaves on the trees can be heard, not a high-frequency sound of the misty small waterfall outside your door.
The most eloquent silence; that of two mouths meeting in a kiss.
The heat emanating from the fire is comfortable and relaxing. Its flames generate first orange, then red then the yellows that ease the mind and relax the soul.
Some soft soulful music is playing in that background that fills in the comfortable silences and the knowing looks.
The remains of dinner on the plates still on the table, and are likely to stay there until morning.
Some excellent strong, sweet coffee after the rich and warming wine makes its way down to your toes, as you kick off your shoes.
The warmth of contentment settles in the pit of your stomach, and as you slowly lean back with your head resting on the sofa, you feel some strong fingers playing with your shoulders, and massaging your neck. Your head rolls involuntarily forward to receive these ministrations.
The day's exertions are soothed away with those kneading, knowing fingers.
Then slowly, you lift your head and turn to face them. The shape of their face is as engrained on your mind as your own. The smile from them lifts the sound of your heartbeats so that it drowns out the music in your ears.
Their eyes light up when you return their smile. You now turn around and while on your knees, you take the face of the one you desire most at this moment in your hands and look deep into their soul.
There is no sound, not a whisper of the leaves on the trees can be heard, not a high-frequency sound of the misty small waterfall outside your door.
The most eloquent silence; that of two mouths meeting in a kiss.
Looks like you hit the jackpot, sensuality-wise. Salud!
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The heat emanating from the fire is comfortable and relaxing. Its flames generate first orange, then red then the yellows that ease the mind and relax the soul.
Some soft soulful music is playing in that background that fills in the comfortable silences and the knowing looks.
The remains of dinner on the plates still on the table, and are likely to stay there until morning.
Some excellent strong, sweet coffee after the rich and warming wine makes its way down to your toes, as you kick off your shoes.
The warmth of contentment settles in the pit of your stomach, and as you slowly lean back with your head resting on the sofa, you feel some strong fingers playing with your shoulders, and massaging your neck. Your head rolls involuntarily forward to receive these ministrations.
The day's exertions are soothed away with those kneading, knowing fingers.
Then slowly, you lift your head and turn to face them. The shape of their face is as engrained on your mind as your own. The smile from them lifts the sound of your heartbeats so that it drowns out the music in your ears.
Their eyes light up when you return their smile. You now turn around and while on your knees, you take the face of the one you desire most at this moment in your hands and look deep into their soul.
There is no sound, not a whisper of the leaves on the trees can be heard, not a high-frequency sound of the misty small waterfall outside your door.
The most eloquent silence; that of two mouths meeting in a kiss.