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		The weekend 
		Tentative and Tight
 we gaze into each other's eyes,
 fear threatening to tear the
 fragile curtain connecting us.
 
 The spontaneity of our time together
 has evolved into this planned and
 premeditated meeting.
 
 Would it change the feeling
 between us?
 Could we still alolow it to flow and become?
 Would the thin sheet of guaze
 joining us survive?
 
 But as my eyes search your soul
 as we alwys have done,
 I see the willingness to the the risk
 at your touch.
 
 The electricity of that touch
 
 JOLTS
 
 and the fear is torn away
 And
 the curtain comes alive.
 
 As I touch you and you touch me,
 Our guaze curtain becomes strong as steel but
 gentle and soft as lace
 
 As the strength of the passion grow,
 So my own strength
 grows and suddenly
 I am Hercules
 I am Samson
 I am Achilles and
 
 I am Oddysseus on a
 Journey through and around your
 body,
 around the cape of your heart
 and down into the verdant depths of your soul.
 
 I meet you on an equal plain
 and we share one another
 like children playing in
 a secret graden of
 heavenly ddelights.
 
 We linger
 the passion
 waxing and
 waning
 
 we bath the lusty sweat from our bodies.
 
 And soon I am watching you sleep.
 I hold you as I look longingly art your
 closed eyes as you sleep.
 and listen to your meloodious
 night sounds and sighs.
 
 In your sleep
 you pull me over to cover you and
 I wrap myself around you,
 becoming your comforter.
 
 Somewhere in the night
 I catch your sleep-drenched eyes
 lock into mine.
 Wondering in their slumber
 
 If I am for real.
 
 If we are for real
 
 If this night is for real.
 
 Your eyes close as I
 continue to stare and
 
 I weep and whisper softly.
 
 "Tonight is all the reality there is
 and ever will be."
 
 Time has stopped
 and with all my will I try to hold back
 
 Time
 and
 Tears.
 
 I wrap you in my body
 once again and hold tight
 until morning comes
 
 Proving that my powers notwithstanding
 I cannot keep the world from turning.
 
 This moment
 this night of love, lust and lounging is
 
 Over.
 
 But the taste of the morning
 as you wake to my caresses
 as we again embrace.
 
 This moment
 will
 continue.
 
 
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		WOW
 
 this is wonderful........i cant wait for more
 
 i love it , John. Thanks for shareing
 
 Thrall
 
 
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		i agree with thralll...very passionate and moving. A lovely piece! Robert Frost beware!! ;) 
 
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		John...
 
 ~looks at you and smiles in wondrous awe~
 
 Your poem is stunning.
 
 For all that beauty, I thank you.
 
 tessa
 
 
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		Thank you all for your wonderful words, I will post more tonight. this is an old poem.
 
 And the opinion of you three beauties count the most to me my dears.  A big part of my cluster of friends.
 
 
 Love to all three and kisses around the thread.
 
 John
 
 
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		Thanks Rhabbi for the good words :) .  They are appreciated. 
 
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		That's just beautiful - thanks for sharing, John! 
 
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