| VERONICA'S MIND ... |
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| I see all things on earth in heaven and in HELL |
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| FROM THESE WORDS YOU WILL KNOW ME! |
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| WHAT I KNOW |
| Iknow enough to know I don't know everything, but what I DO know,know! Believing is not "knowing"...it's HOPING! Understanding is the "BOOBY PRIZE"! Trying is the escuse for not doing something! The "truth" and the "facts are two entirely different things! Life is what happens to you while you're planning your life! Love can be anything you want it to be! Anger--is a waste of time! Unfulfilled expectations are the greatest cause of unhappiness! To get EVERYTHING you want--Want EVERYTHING you get! Life isn't fair--deal with it! Questions only lead to more questions--not answers! Everytime you solve a problem, you create space for two more! I used to be Different but now, I'm the Same! |
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| Below you'll find a poem (sounds kinda pompous doesn't it?) I wrote it from my life experience. Below that, a series of links to my other pages. They contain other writings photographs, and just thoughts. I hope you can take time to visit my other sites...that's how you'll know me. If you are looking for a girlfriend or a wife (shudder), try somebody else. But if you're looking for intellectual stimulation, then you've come to the right place. Whatever you decide remember: I LOVE YOU! Veronica |
| THE DANCE The sun shines through the pines outside in golden bars, and seeps through a crack in the window shade pulled tight to keep the night inside. It drips butter on her sleeping shoulder. He awakens, and on one elbow, eyes filled with fuzzy sleep, watches her. Sheets now warm with love, once cool and smooth, entangled with her nakedness, reveal a foot here, a curve of thigh, The arabesque of buttox meeting back. He smiles and his lips form her name soundlessly. As if through the non-sound she turns towards him. The slight rise and fall of sleep breath reveal and hide a pink nipple eye?. She moves again, the eye more rose than pink, stares back at him. He feels a stirring in his loins and visions of last night pass slide-show pictures in his mind. His hardness almost touches her exposed belly curving softly into an abyss. He wants to touch her, replay the pictures, but she rests in angel sleep. One dark brown eye opens, looking at him. A pink tongue-tip, licks the dry, still coloured lips of a mouth breather. The eye spys his hardness but doesn't look away, but narrows--to study it. The wanting stirs within her. Ripples of electricity form concentric circles moving up her body. She cat stretches, from fingertip claws to rounded bottom, moving closer in the process. His soft tipped hardness pressing into her warm belly??. The nipple eye, now almost magenta, reaches out. Her now moistened lips full and flushed, seek his. She whispers his with morning hoarseness. The dance begins. by Veronica Franco 2000 |
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| A COMPLETE LISTING OF MY PAGES |
| Veronica's Mind - You are here! Veronica's Mind Pg. 2 - Writings, thoughts, some cool Miles Davis jazz--and a link to My Cavern Veronica's Cavern - Personal info, writings, how to communicate with me (email @ chat) and a link to my Past Lives Past Lives - A brief recounting of the past 3 lives (I remember), and a link to Born to Run BornTo Run - Thoughts about life, "a poem" about a difficult time in my life and a link back to HERE. |