Mystic corner

[MysticOceansFL]

Into a box of friendship
To insure that it is strong
First a layer of respect
On the bottom does belong.

Then to the sides attach,
In the corners where they meet,
Several anchors full of trust,
Devoid of all deceit.

The height of friendship can be measured
By the sides of four,
So make them all a larger cut,
And the box will hold much more.

Now fill it up with courtesy,
Honor and esteem,
Understanding, sympathy,
And passion for a dream.

Add to that your honesty,
Emotions joy and love,
And since they're so important,
Place them up above

But leave the box wide open
So all can see inside,
To learn what makes a friendship work
From the box you built with pride.

[MysticOceansFL]

If roses grow in heaven, Lord, pick a bunch for me; place them in my mothers arms and tell her they're from me; Tell her that I love her, and when she turns to smile, place a kiss upon her cheek and hold her for awhile; because remembering her is easy; I do it everyday. There's an ache within my heart that will never go away.

[MysticOceansFL]

Into a box of friendship
To insure that it is strong
First a layer of respect
On the bottom does belong.

Then to the sides attach,
In the corners where they meet,
Several anchors full of trust,
Devoid of all deceit.

The height of friendship can be measured
By the sides of four,
So make them all a larger cut,
And the box will hold much more.

Now fill it up with courtesy,
Honor and esteem,
Understanding, sympathy,
And passion for a dream.

Add to that your honesty,
Emotions joy and love,
And since they're so important,
Place them up above

But leave the box wide open
So all can see inside,
To learn what makes a friendship work
From the box you built with pride.

[MysticOceansFL]

although two souls are meeting
there is but one voice
capturing the moment
captivating and controlling
the thoughts, actions, words
leading the way for conscious
desire and decisive emotion

stories and daily goings- on
are frequently passed
between the one voice
and the intermixed beings
creating a warm happiness
a sense of belonging
an aura of completeness
a comfortable existence

time, a distant memory
fading in and fading out,
its power and autonomy fall
on blissfully ignorant,
yet distinctly aware,
ears - focused and true

with the quantity
of well spent hours
adding up and summarizing
the feelings and beliefs
shared and opposed,
comes an ability
to confide and uphold
moments, eternities
abundant with understanding.
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[MysticOceansFL]

In the small of her back
floats a perfect drop of sweat,
no alluring feature does it lack:
musty, tempting, wet.

Resting in a lake enclosed by land
surrounding beads threaten to break,
but with a light caress of my hand
the bead does not join the wake.

Drifting across the rise of her hips,
tickling, whispering, nibbling her skin,
goose bumps rise to meet my lips;
shivers, quivers, echo from deep within.

With an arch of her back the journey begins,
the perfect drop sails over delicate flesh
completely unaware of our delicious sins,
it rides over her skin to where our bodies mesh.

She turns to her side, it travels around the world
to drift down the valley 'tween rising hills
and exit again to a new land unfurled,
ready to take part in our sensual thrills.

I chase it's descent down her graceful neck,
the drop rises then pauses at the crest of her chin
like a sea faring gull aboard a ships deck.
But with the top of my lip I brush the drop in

to tide pools churning beneath my lovers mouth
and up over the swell of her lip.
My eyes look north, my hands move south,
I puase for a moment and then take a sip.

And for the drop it's the journeys end;
I share the sweet drop with a lovers kiss.
She opens her legs, her knees bend,
and we drift on a sea of sexual bliss.
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