| The Music of Ardor We dance in crisp new grass bare feet damp from the dew rapture fills the air the amorous presence of we two. Looking deep into the other's eyes discovering wonder, melting hearts a million goose bumps cover our skins rapid breathing, vibrant sexual chemistry stirs within. Alone in our paradise, we dance in birthday suits under the shining jewel of the sun. Our spell cast over onlookers, this is pure innocent love. Shedding our inhibitions, liberating senses, salty tastes sweet and succulent, we explore heavenly delight, making our magic. Glowing, growing, riding the waves vibrations, titillation, senses exploding as one, a new planet is born. Then lying in the warm sun, soaking up the silence of love. By Kathie Stehr October 18,2002 |
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