DarkAngel48
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catsr2wild said:*sigh* Oh the wonderful words and the images they create.......thank you all again for sharing.....![]()
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hey sexy sis
its me Harley EW's baby sis 
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catsr2wild said:*sigh* Oh the wonderful words and the images they create.......thank you all again for sharing.....![]()
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its me Harley EW's baby sis 
DarkAngel48 said:In my world there is you,
Your strong hands draw me in tighter.
We walk and you hold me finding things of new,
Being with you everything is so much brighter.
Morning comes and I reach for you,
I only find the imprint of where you had laid.
Tears burn my eyes and streak my cheeks,
You played me and the plans we made.
Baby don't look back they tell me,
Its hard not to, because you made me believe.
Your words ran like a beautiful stream,
Nurturing me as if I was riding on rose petals.
Now you're riding against the wind,
Hiding the soul that is so mean.
In my world......
http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a71/StormyBleu/sad.jpg
LustfulOne50 said:malcah_ms very nice as always dear..I love your work![]()
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biggbear8 what can I say your just on top of it when it come to writing![]()
Shadow Angel..your work has come a long way and is really darn good ..![]()
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For All of you as I always say keep it up..


MrFantasyMan said:Words never seem to express the deepest thoughts inside,
snatching any possibilities to profess my love to you.
Daily I look into your eyes full of endearment and joy.
This strong attraction of lust and desire cannot hide,
cornering our emotions and feeling of what we want to do.
Can we exist as genuine lovers, or is it all a ploy?
Our hands touch sending shockwaves of heat way down.
The tension mounts between our bodies as we walk.
Flirting glances with coy smiles heighten my senses.
You are my goddess, my love. Within your sight I drown.
Sensual are your ways, smooth are your words as you talk.
electrifying is our desire, breaking down our defenses.
Forbidden love or not, I will take this all in with pride.
To profess my undying loyalty to you with no shame to hide.
To feel your body press against mine is my deep need.
When will the sensual tension we have be forever freed?
I seek to be consumed by the forbidden passion that awaits,
bask in the glow of sensuous heat that slowly dissapates.
MFM
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biggbear8 said:Beautiful writing MFM such emotions and sensual feeling painted with in your poem GREAT WORK
handshakes Bear



MrFantasyMan said:I've missed you so
you'll never know,
how much you mean to me.
Close your eyes and just pretend
you're here beside the sea...
I'll blow a kiss into the wind,
from my sweet lips to yours,
The breeze you feel is just my kiss
as you walk by the shore....
When you sit upon the rocks,
and look out at the sea,
The misty spray from roaring waves,
a gentle touch from me.....
If you can feel the sunshines warmth,
reflecting off the sand,
It's just the warmth from my embrace,
of love that was so grand....
Take a stroll along the beach
as moonlight shines so bright,
The glistening on the ocean,
is passion, love's delight....
Whenever you are lonely,
as life can sometimes be,
Come and dream away the hours
with me beside the sea....
MFM
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Victoria_2001_02769 said:Harley dear...
Your works just keep getting better. Thank you for coming and joining us at The Corner. It is a joy to see you stop by... and a joy to read your words. The words weave a tale that far too many of us feel at one point or another.![]()

biggbear8 said:Crimson Stream
.
Atop the Crimson Peaks the clouds are thick and gray;
As the mystic's path clears though it weaves
around and around ,Again and again.
.
The mountain’s lovely flowers, gleaming with dew,
Reflecting the moon lustrous beams;
And safe within a tree of pine, a hawk perched high,
Scolds and watches me walk by.
.
At dawn, rain beats a wild rhythm on the rocks.
In a deranged fight, the red dragon assaults a distant village,
As bellowing clouds so thick make morning turn to a grayish dusk.
.
The stream flows a crimson red, against the gray skies,
By late morning there's a truce as the dragon circles over head,
The Sun breaks through the bellowing clouds
and peace is restored in a world.
MrFantasyMan said:Remain alone, aloof,
In a world reserved
For dreamers –
Be idealistic, romantic
Maintain thoughts,
Motivations of love, honor,
And kindness towards all
Come above the petty,
Infantile squabbling –
The envy – an individual
Has to do this to live
To allow the jealousy
Of others, the misinterpretations
Of another to mar all that you
Hold to be truth is to fail in your
Quest for life as God intended
Escape through
Ideas, thoughts, higher aspirations
To fly to a better place
Into solitude
By the sea, at the mountains,
In the lush green of forests
Here to think of what is real.
MFM
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Victoria_2001_02769 said:Harley dear...
Your works just keep getting better. Thank you for coming and joining us at The Corner. It is a joy to see you stop by... and a joy to read your words. The words weave a tale that far too many of us feel at one point or another.![]()

biggbear8 said:Good Morning Everyone I hope that everybody had a great weekend and I hope you all have a wonderful week and a beautiful day. wow there are some beautiful poems posted this weekend great writing everyone.
hugs kisses to all the beautiful ladies![]()
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Lust hand shakes my friend and handshake to all the other gentlemen poets
awwwwww my sweet Victoria I hope that your weekend was a great one and that you have a beautiful day. I bow my head and tip my hat for mi lady as I hand her one white rose that's been kissed then I whisper mi lady your beauty outshines the sunrise. what such loveliness I have witnessed this morning. *I take your hand into mine and gives it a soft kiss*![]()
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biggbear8 said:![]()
are you upset with me Victoria hugs kisses![]()
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biggbear8 said:LOG CABIN
.
On a mountain peak, overlooking a wandering brook,
Stands a log cabin, as smoke billows through the pine and oak trees.
Imagine sitting there before a blazing fire, eyes closed in fantasies,
A simple life with a peaceful and comfort of the soul.
.
Hear the sounds from the babbling brook as it flows about the rocks,
the sounds of a chip-monk as it reacts to an owl's haunting screech.
Envision an old rocking chair, and sitting on the back porch,
and a kitten as it laid sleeping rocking slowly back and forth.
.
A log cabin up on the mountain top, brook meandering below,
this peaceful dream, will never seen, nor that rocker be mine.
Vivid colors of reds, browns, orange, greens, and gold,
with splashes of a Topaz blue sky,
this painting hangs on my wall will be the closest I’ll ever be,
in my lifetime..
MrFantasyMan said:Words never seem to express the deepest thoughts inside,
snatching any possibilities to profess my love to you.
Daily I look into your eyes full of endearment and joy.
This strong attraction of lust and desire cannot hide,
cornering our emotions and feeling of what we want to do.
Can we exist as genuine lovers, or is it all a ploy?
Our hands touch sending shockwaves of heat way down.
The tension mounts between our bodies as we walk.
Flirting glances with coy smiles heighten my senses.
You are my goddess, my love. Within your sight I drown.
Sensual are your ways, smooth are your words as you talk.
electrifying is our desire, breaking down our defenses.
Forbidden love or not, I will take this all in with pride.
To profess my undying loyalty to you with no shame to hide.
To feel your body press against mine is my deep need.
When will the sensual tension we have be forever freed?
I seek to be consumed by the forbidden passion that awaits,
bask in the glow of sensuous heat that slowly dissapates.
MFM
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MrFantasyMan said:Remain alone, aloof,
In a world reserved
For dreamers –
Be idealistic, romantic
Maintain thoughts,
Motivations of love, honor,
And kindness towards all
Come above the petty,
Infantile squabbling –
The envy – an individual
Has to do this to live
To allow the jealousy
Of others, the misinterpretations
Of another to mar all that you
Hold to be truth is to fail in your
Quest for life as God intended
Escape through
Ideas, thoughts, higher aspirations
To fly to a better place
Into solitude
By the sea, at the mountains,
In the lush green of forests
Here to think of what is real.
MFM
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MrFantasyMan said:I've missed you so
you'll never know,
how much you mean to me.
Close your eyes and just pretend
you're here beside the sea...
I'll blow a kiss into the wind,
from my sweet lips to yours,
The breeze you feel is just my kiss
as you walk by the shore....
When you sit upon the rocks,
and look out at the sea,
The misty spray from roaring waves,
a gentle touch from me.....
If you can feel the sunshines warmth,
reflecting off the sand,
It's just the warmth from my embrace,
of love that was so grand....
Take a stroll along the beach
as moonlight shines so bright,
The glistening on the ocean,
is passion, love's delight....
Whenever you are lonely,
as life can sometimes be,
Come and dream away the hours
with me beside the sea....
MFM
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biggbear8 said:Crimson Stream
.
Atop the Crimson Peaks the clouds are thick and gray;
As the mystic's path clears though it weaves
around and around ,Again and again.
.
The mountain’s lovely flowers, gleaming with dew,
Reflecting the moon lustrous beams;
And safe within a tree of pine, a hawk perched high,
Scolds and watches me walk by.
.
At dawn, rain beats a wild rhythm on the rocks.
In a deranged fight, the red dragon assaults a distant village,
As bellowing clouds so thick make morning turn to a grayish dusk.
.
The stream flows a crimson red, against the gray skies,
By late morning there's a truce as the dragon circles over head,
The Sun breaks through the bellowing clouds
and peace is restored in a world.
Victoria_2001_02769 said:BB...
You bring back memories of the property/land we had on Wycogamaugh Mountain in Nova Scotia. There, amid 100 acres of timber, sat a log cabin with a porch and the view was outstanding! And the scents of the pine after a rain or as a strong breeze came soughing through the branches... remind me of the rampant little breezes lifting the hair of my sister and I as we picked wild blackberries just down from the cabin. What I'd give to go back to the days when my family was complete and whole.... a unit of 4.
Thank you for resurrecting a precious memory... brought about by your lovely words.