Title: When Your Heart Seems Asleep Writer: Minerva T. Bloom

I can only say that your heart seems asleep but it's listening brewing poetic enchantment into the fertile creativity of my sensitivity.

It seeks and works the moist corridors of love's mystical stone fingers and elbows swirling a conception of forms four elements shaping the whole.

Your heart seems asleep but it's smoldering in hot lava flow giving new meaning to my mind's wild horse offering to the altars of my choice: A molten of mineral-rich-soil.

Here...

I thrive and grow as elemental as fire.

Your heart seems asleep but it's journeying to the beauty of my land's tall trees singing near the garden of fragrant opulent scents to the smooth wine of a canary

It goes charging into the road and beholds with a silent gaze penetrating a visual communion in the lives of those I will not impose!

They say that your hearts seems asleep but it's drenching a carnation of luscious spice delivering the children into a bed of lavender and tearing down my guise.

Here...

In sacred surrender folded around you there is a universe of primitive senses.

(I'm greatly enjoying the practice of hight touch).

Your heart seems asleep but it's unfolding the ferns tickling thick fronds playing their inner guitar with emotion and force into an act of connecting your strength to my flow.

Barriers melting veils peeling like sweet Vidalia onions the heart seems asleep...

But it's dressing up, darling with wild-cat skin savoring the magic:

~ Sensuality Heals ~

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