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The passion for my friend is real but masquerades in lustful zeal, pulling, pushing, sordid ways, erotic dreams and sleepless days. Desires nurtured than repressed bury them deeply seems the best thinking thoughts that can not be at least for now, it's plain to see, turmoiled emotioms each we fight, morning, noon , and into the night but time directed with real intent is time not wasted, time well spent it brings the friendship to what must be . A friendship all the world can see quelching passion's burning fire hold them checked, await the day when circumstance will let them play , but until than we each will know what could have been , but wasn't so. The beauty of our passion's zeal to each of us is very real.

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AmyHart
21:30 Apr 05 2011

you know we was married for quite awhile and this is the first I have ever read this why is that lol

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Vogue magazine, empty coffee cup, out of curiosity, I picked it up, it said does he still love you - turn to page 123 thats when i relized she had left there for me, Question number one does he still kiss you good night, two- was if he does , does he still close his eyes three- does he call you just to hear your voice ? four - would he be home right now if he had a choice, five is a little tricky , said do you think he is being true cause you're either half way finished, or you're over half way through, six said do you cry when you are all by your self seaven- do you think he will change if he knew how you felt? I skipped down to ten, to see what she had written there it said do you still love him

damn that questionnaire

I dream of a red rose tree, and which of it's roses three is the dearest rose to me

I hardley think of her at all except for summer,winter,spring and fall or when someone says her name or i feel the heat of a candles flame or hear a certain country song about a love long gone wrong and now so it seems she is hardly ever in my dreams and i hardly cry anymore at all , except for summer,winter,spring and fall and if i sometimes call her name who can say that i'm to blame when her memory haunts me still, but i guess it all ways will.

Forrbidden was the love they made last night , powered as one they made it right fear filled there hearts from lifetimes before now together in one anothers embrace peace is evermore.The pleasure of her hands giving their soft touch , he never knew rapture could bring him this much.Thunder sent from god above was all they needed to hear to know god has blessed this forbidden love In life times to come they will always know though forbidden is the love it will always grow

Let others cheer the winning man beaten he is but not to stay down with the rank and file ,for theres one i hold worth while,tis who does the best he can than loses with a smile

I never seen a wild thing sorry for it self, Death becomes it but not before the early dawn

Weatward they came by the hundreds, by the thousands leaving the old seeking the new some rode some walked all hope to find something perhaps lose something so westward they came heading towards dreams or leaving a nightmare ,Hero and coward ,man.woman,and child they came to start over begin a new life in a new land ,A land of promise