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Post by Mikepoet on Apr 2, 2004 13:08:37 GMT -5
One needs suspended Lavender fragrance to caress a soul in a bubble bath.
As bathing passion awakens romance intricate rhythms entwine fingertips.
When tub overflows a bubble nudged by sigh floats as a transient sphere which mirrors bathing beauty.
It lands on a plate named Sweets for the sweet. I hand you a slice of Orange scented chocolate.
Relax my love, and be a bathing beauty. I shall tend your needs
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Post by bloodredtears on Apr 3, 2004 11:59:09 GMT -5
oooh...i really love how you changed it, the ending i mean, great job!
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Post by Mikepoet on Apr 3, 2004 13:45:43 GMT -5
Thank you!! A problem with me is that I hardly ever feel a writing is finished. It's a lonely world to write this and live it in my mind and be too reclusive to comprehend how to make it happen. :'(I'm sad today.
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Post by imaginary goddess #5 on Apr 4, 2004 21:48:00 GMT -5
Mmm, the ORANGE FLAVORED CHOCOLATE! Omg, I love 'em. I liked this part the best for some reason unknown to me:
floats as a transient sphere which mirrors bathing beauty.
-- Lianna --
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Post by Mikepoet on Apr 4, 2004 23:08:38 GMT -5
I watched it in my mind, the tub git too full because I was watching her bath and a bubble ran over the edge as she a baby Dolphin sigh type thing, the bubble escaped and floated out across the room and mirrored her. God I enjoyed writing this one.
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