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nymph of the woods...


i am a nymph of the woods..

  not that i can't sparkle in the city with

  the glittering lights..

  or that i don't catch my breath and hold

  it by the majestic world on top of the frosty mountain.

  i can be lulled hypnotic, listening to the roaring songs

  of the waves and enjoy the warm, golden sand bubbling

  between my toes..

  i can lay flat on my back for an entire afternoon and be

  constantly amazed by the various hues of blue in the sky

  and the life of the moving clouds..

 

but my spirit belongs to the woods..

  part of the cool, moist earth and the

  soft whispers of the living trees and trickle

  of clear brooks..

  precious sunbeams, gloriously individual,

  bearing through the greenery above..

  at home with the songs of the birds and small

  creatures - alive in their own universe.

  the sweet scents of the soil and vegetation and

  wild flowers seduce me..

  i love the woods for they are full of life and the

  devine circle.

maybe i once roamed there..

      maybe i will again...

monica

in my eyes . . .

do you ever look into my blue eyes?
or just my breasts, butt and thighs..
if you just once look in to my eyes
what you see may surprise..

my love, my heart, all live in my eyes,
not my breasts, butt or thighs..
if you would just look in to my eyes
you might have seen my love for you . .

with your eyes...

monica

untie these red satin bows...

i packaged my christmas gift
unwrap me nice and slow
slide your fingers gently
across each satin bow..

pleasure soon to be exposed
each bow is slowly untied
placed across your knee
wrapping you cast aside..

as you stroke here and there
when the final bow is shed
fingers teasing playfully
i am laid upon your bed..

the gift of passionate desires
my pleasures in festive red
as christmas is for giving
love seductively spread...

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