Re: Rapture *Uma's Poem (spelling correction)

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In a message dated 5/21/2009 12:51:33 P.M. Eastern Daylight Time, jqpublic_59@... writes:

Rapture *Uma's Poem

Oh Dearest absolute rapture awaiting,

see how the sky curves;

trying to gently nudge us closer together.

The multicolor spectrum of flowers sway,

trying ever so hard

to guide your landing into my arms.

The Northern Lights touching Heaven,

showing us what we also could become.

Within my arms

lies every fairy tale we have wished real.

Every dream too beautiful to forget.

Too blissful to say aloud.

We hold the patent

on the definition

of what love could and should be.

Yes. Acknowledge yes.

Entwined in soft embrace,

nothing will exist, as if we even care,

except for you and I.

My touch, my kisses

will telepath my love to your heart

through the vibrations felt

within your tender cloud born breasts

like current humming

through an electric blanket

on a December night.

And somewhere in our togetherness;

Between or within the nectar,

the air and ether,

the essence of us as one,

your throat will make music

comprehensible only

to nature and God.

Incense, candles, rose petals.

The substance of you, and of love...

See how the sky curves,

trying to gently nudge us closer together.

-Randy

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Beautiful, Randy....

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> Rapture   *Uma's Poem

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> Oh Dearest absolute rapture awaiting,

> see how the sky curves;

> trying to gently nudge us closer together.

> The multicolor spectrum of flowers sway,

> trying ever so hard

> to guide your landing into my arms.

> The Northern Lights touching Heaven,

> showing us what we also could become.

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> Within my arms

> lies every fairy tale we have wished real.

> Every dream too beautiful to forget.

> Too blissful to say aloud.

> We hold the patent

> on the definition

> of what love could and should be.

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> Yes. Acknowledge yes.

> Entwined in soft embrace,

> nothing will exist, as if we even care,

> except for you and I.

> My touch, my kisses

> will telepath my love to your heart

> through the vibrations felt

> within your tender cloud born breasts

> like current humming

> through an electric blanket

> on a December night.

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> And somewhere in our togetherness;

> Between or within the nectar,

> the air and ether,

> the essence of us as one,

> your throat will make music

> comprehensible only

> to nature and God.

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> Incense, candles, rose petals.

> The substance of you, and of love...

> See how the sky curves,

> trying to gently nudge us closer together.

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