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Blush Of The Winter Rose (Other) by kassanna

He came in the winter of my soul When my heart lie silent and still When the beauty of youthful summers had passed And life's hand held me clenched in it's bitter chill Many seasons my spirit lie dormant and frozen Awaiting the warmth only love could bring And then he arrived on the winds of fate Destiny brought forth her burst of Spring His gentleness fell like a fine dewy mist And bathed me in laughter,his words how they nourished And like a young seedling tended with care Resurrected again, I stregnthened and flourished Then when my petals regained vibrant blush He stood back and smiled, and heaved a deep sigh For the season of planting had come to it's end It was time for my gardner to bid his goodbye Oh how I miss this gardner of love Perhaps one day he shall see how I've grown I'm strong and thriving though winter's at hand Sustained on memories of love once shown Poetry by Kassanna copyright:2001 ------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------

Bachus 27-May-03/12:28 PM
"He came in the winter of my soul" Yes! he came all over it. "Then when my petals regained vibrant blush
He stood back and smiled, and heaved a deep sigh". Baby, I would slurp on that tight little vulva of yours until you projectile orgasmed all over my dual face, and baby, I would gargle that hot steaming piss and go back for round 'the two'. I would introduce your ankles to your earlobes while my toes did the comforter dig/crawl. I would have my thumb prying in your hot sweet mouth while the other hand clenched head hair then I'd vibrate like an epileptic don juan until your eyeballs went satanic.




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