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EMERALD WATERS
The fury of an ocean storm, its pounding waves to reach
The surf, the sand, the churning waters, neath the ocean deep
I hold you at my fingertips, your hot breath near my throat
Beneath the emerald waters, I want to hold you close
My body aches to hold you, my lips to taste your mouth
The fury of your passion, that sets my soul on fire
Your hands know where to touch me, to take my breath away
To make my body ache and pulse, you only have to stay
Your lips touch on my body, your arms around my neck
Taking me to places, I never will forget
Your passion never ceases, desire is always there
Your body full of mystery, your face so sweet and fair
PLEASE READ
I'D LIKE TO INVITE YOU TO A NEW CATEGORY OF MY SITE.
YOU WILL NOT FIND ANY PORNOGRAPHY ON THIS SITE BUT IT DOES CONTAIN NUDITY IN ART FORM. THE POETRY SHOWCASED HERE WILL ALSO BE OF AN PROVACATIVE NATURE. IT'S NOT MY INTENTION TO OFFEND ANYONE SO THERE IS A POETRY EXIT HERE OF A MILDER NATURE FOR THOSE THAT DO NOT WISH TO PROCEED.THERE IS A GUEST BOOK IF YOU WISH TO SIGN OR YOU CAN E-MAIL ME BUT PLEASE....NO VULGARITY OR HATE MAIL.IF YOU DON'T LIKE THE SITE ITS YOUR RIGHT TO LEAVE.
THANK YOU
SAND * * *
 
 
 1998-99-2000-01-02-03-04-05-06-07-08
Sand is the author of original poetry and thoughts on this page.
NOTE: These original writings are copyrighted and may NOT be
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