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By SterlingRose Date: 2003 Oct 13 Comment on this Work [[2003.10.13.06.36.21532]] |
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Summer's holy heat that thermal throbbing beat turns us all into strippers that hate clothing and worship water. We become nymphs and mermaids frolicking in the waves and splashing into the arms of our lovers. Strolling on the beach the warmth of the sand beneath our feet; romance is grand; in the Summer. Fall's cooling breeze beckons us to watch the leaves as they turn into golden bronze shells that blow away and crunch beneath our feet. The sky becomes blue again and the white cotton candy clouds dance thru the sky - begging us to watch them as they float gently by. The gentle chill of autumn lends to touch and embrace to warm up every place that needs it. And then we have Winter with the frost of it's bite that requires us to have someone to hold thru the night. Snowball fights lend to heated angry passion; Sleigh rides give excuses to wrap legs and arms about each other holding tight as we fly down the side of an icy hill; with wet moist chill. As the darkened skys begin to fall couples kiss, kuddle and kurl-up in front of the flames of a roaring fireplace. One can virtually hear the "ring" of romance. Which brings us back to Spring With Painted butterflies sprinting from flower to flower. The pastel pastries of yellow, white, and pink pretending to be daisies and pansies that sway and play to our passions. Just a faint touch of warmth begins to flow teasing and pleasing our pleasures for more. The earth yawns and awakens slowly; sprouting forth all the condiments needed for the recipe of love. |