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		<description><![CDATA[Every day I think of you.
You both boarded us in new East Berlin, took us to the fancy store, toured the Metropolis stage. We could just afford to buy a tea timer, the best of Lang’s social control.
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		<pubDate>Mon, 28 May 2007 04:08:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Leave love on your path for others to find, it is all we have. Our fools passed anger shows only animal intent and humanity’s measured in bits of forgive to other’s fearful grown hate. Forgiveness wholly betrothed to earth’s green skin, lit with rain, wonders blossomed growth. Her quiet shining gravity passing rainbows thru soul’s [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=bobbymorgan.wordpress.com&blog=1015229&post=46&subd=bobbymorgan&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Merry meet.</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[I hadn’t seen her in years. She had gone off to her life on the east coast. Even though I had met her briefly but yet she is so memorable and I had hope that we might  play. so I sit in the car waiting for her to show up with her friend Cayenne. [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=bobbymorgan.wordpress.com&blog=1015229&post=38&subd=bobbymorgan&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Glistening</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 01 May 2007 07:00:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Slipping slowly to ground I moan the name and reach to myself. I miss her skin, hungry for lips and voice. Blood throbs rigid, the memory of teasing touch, smooth lips tasting thighs slipping hot flesh seeking new flavor. Grasses high and soft, earthen bed under, I stroke quietly listening to whispering tall soft grass. [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=bobbymorgan.wordpress.com&blog=1015229&post=37&subd=bobbymorgan&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Lovely &#8211; Lola&#8217;s echo</title>
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now graceful flesh sliding, trembling moist sips on hot buzzed gentle gasps. Tongued sliding want, your end at my taste holding close, so very close as temptation takes just one more liberty with your need, finding moist promise filled. What ends met in this, our passions, to be heard and known, opened universe [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=bobbymorgan.wordpress.com&blog=1015229&post=36&subd=bobbymorgan&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Waiting is</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Waiting is the thing a mind is not convinced is right, body aching with want and miss of your touch and taste. Heart stored soft whispered encouragements and gasps of pleasured excitement power sole satiation. My mind says it is not right to wait, that there is no reason to do without because of distanced [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=bobbymorgan.wordpress.com&blog=1015229&post=33&subd=bobbymorgan&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Mirror &#8211; homage to Molly</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 22 Apr 2007 20:16:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Waiting breathless we lean back with your spine against my hard front. Hands slow and patient I cup your breasts hoping for tense nipples to mark my palms with wanton expectation of your need. Naked we are, sliding together into mutual want as I run my hands slow down your sides to fall together across [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=bobbymorgan.wordpress.com&blog=1015229&post=23&subd=bobbymorgan&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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