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DAISY
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DAISY
I met her
bearing the warmth and fragrances
of Summer in paradise.
Beneath her angel wings
life burst forth
from this once-cold shore;
her eyes spoke to me of love,
a love I had never felt
a love with no expectations,
no boundaries; wild and free,
enough to cover the earth.
Her hands touched my body,
like no woman ever had,
arousing hunger and excitement.
My passion, my sexuality,
so long dormant
she fanned into a blaze
and the pounding of my heart told me
she had forever changed
my perspective on sex,
on love,
on life...
Today I stand on this same shore
where we met in the Summer.
The sea tosses wildly, announcing
the changing season:
another woman leans on my arm,
another Goddess,
and she too holds
the fragrance of love.
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© Sharran WindWalker, 2001-07-04
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