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               Stories—it was how they spoke, way they shared: reading, learning, discerning one another.  What they chose to show, gave for other to read and see, their selves were in them all; pieces offered for construction to fuller see of puzzled selves.  In symbols, signs, and commonality of themes, there lived a resonance between—felt, know, […]

               “Love is not just looking at each other, it’s looking in the same direction.”—Antoine de Saint-Exupéry _____                Finger’s spread, deep rouge of tips’ in dig and press strong into sides of thighs, she held to him in brace and forward-face as they pulsed in rhythm-love.  Morning waking, spirit-making, love-praising in the dawn, they […]

               Ends of her fingertips shone painted rouge, deep of a red as romance hue that gleamed in shine and catch of candlelight in stemmed hold of flame, stilled in steady of burn beside.                Deep of the hue and flash of its gleam was striking in accent to fair of her hand.  It was […]

               She let her body fall deeper into full of down, arc of her back, body in bridged raise absorbing of his shocks; hand in grasp, strong to her front, wrap of his hold over top and to round of sides, thumb’s tease to swell and full of end.  Then bridge of her body pinned […]