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Blush Of The Winter Rose
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
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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.
We have all had our gardners
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