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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=448893" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Your Between And My Betwixt</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">We so easily<br>slip into the<br>intestacies<br>of Time's Pauses</div><div style="margin:10px 0">where we<br>make love; <br> <br>where time<br>draws the window curtains<br>for our modesty<br>and our pleasure.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Moments<br>swirl<br>dance and play<br>on window sills<br>and make<br>toys<br>for our play<br>and taffida<br>ornaments<br>singing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Touch my lips<br>with soft breath, <br>finger tips<br>down my<br>curved back<br>where hands<br>land<br>on smooth skin<br>erupting<br>senses<br>meshed<br>rising.<br>Instants<br>play<br>on your chest<br>dance upon <br>your breasts<br>rising to my touch.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All is wonderful here.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shut away<br>are the Outside Fears<br>the Them Out There<br>for Inside Here<br>is Our World<br>perfectly mixed<br>with your Beating Open Heart<br>and my Desire-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My Between<br>and Your <br>Betwixt<br>Igniting.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is in this<br>no other time<br>than this<br>Our Time<br>there is no other gift<br>than this gift given<br>Betwixt <br>and Between us.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lonnie+Hicks">Lonnie Hicks</a><div class=q>
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slip into the
intestacies
of Time's Pauses

where we
make love; 
 
where time
draws the window curtains
for our modesty
and our pleasure.

Moments
swirl
dance and play
on window sills
and make
toys
for our play
and taffida
ornaments
s..."></div>
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