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As I lay on these sheets
I'm about to take this journey
A Rite of Passage with you.
A spiritual unification,
meant for us two.
The essences of certain aromas fill the atmosphere
while the scents of intensity, lay dormant in the room.
Pheromones that leave a scent of desire,
excreated from our own annointed oils.
My Pleasure Principal,
about to be fulfilled
Volcanic eruptions
will be fulfilled
The satisfaction from you.
Heat will intesify then slowly decline
Lost in the moment
a dance to a song
a song with a melody
our song,
no one will recreate.
The Rites of Passage has ended,
Two accomplished beings,
binding together.
A simple journey of two souls.
No baggage to carry,
accepting this as a
RITES of PASSAGE.
Adrienne Clark Strachn
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Wednesday, November 04, 2009 |
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