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Date Posted: 21:08:06 02/04/02 Mon
Author: Pegasus
Subject: Bluebells Ringing.

Written from a woman's view. The last stanza will explain I guess. Pegasus.

Bluebells Ringing.

Only by soaring
on the sighs of a young God
and being carried away
on nothing more than silken wings,
I can reach my secret paradise,
where intoxicating mixtures of scintillating scents
hang heavenly heavily in the air,
exotically erotically stirred and twirled,
by the captivating romantic vibrations,
pealed by bluebell carillons,
that never disturb the ambiance of tranquillity,
yet cunningly whispering loud enough
to recall spring awakening love.

It's where bluebells stand
lined up like unlit candles,
gathered as equally innumerable
as the countless goosebumps,
ignited by a single kiss from you,
yet mysteriously glowing
like the blue in your eyes,
in which I get lost completely,
as you lead me along the ecstatic views
of your breathtaking imagery,
that make my blind eyes easily see
the most beautifull secret places,
once tucked away far behind my insecurity
as frightening corners to evade,
somewhere, in the backyard of my intimacy.

You made me want to bellydance there
ringing my bells to lure you,
free and intimately,
in complete surrender,
whereas I can graciously move closer to you,
tiptoeing barefoot across our field of sensual emotions,
my hips suggestively lashing your senses,
fingers gracefully dancing to hypnotise,
as if charming the erected cobra to be kissed,
my wealthy curves and luscious lines,
cunningly obscured by motions of silk,
passionately waving passionate craving,
demanding your undivided attention,
bonding our love, our souls and spirits,
united in a dream of flesh and blood,
lasting at least one night longer,
than the amount of stars you can count,
smiling down on us,
from so close to nearby eternity...

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Re: Bluebells Ringing. -- spW, 12:04:40 02/05/02 Tue