Her I go again. Whoops. I mean here I go again. The Freudian slip has been left in in the spirit of artistic honesty.
Because, once again, it is Cyranny who has put ideas into my head (and, indirectly, Fandango) and this is what came out.
**
Nothing planned?Take my hand
The sand
Between our toes
Where the sea meets the land
We will join
Understand
What no other ever
Knows
Touch my palm. Take my arm
The calm
Beneath this sun
Where the wind and the waves
To each other
Are slaves
So you and I will be
One
**
Richmond Road 
Wherever the inspiration comes
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That’s beautiful!!! I love it!
I hope you’re feeling better since your recent doctor visit!! 🙂
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Oh dear? Which one? Such is the regularity of these events that I barely notice.
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ah true love of nature and women 🙂
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Are they not the same thing?
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for you yes, and in the plural, yes
… not for most though
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Perhaps women might be better termed ‘a force of nature’. That’s been my experience, anyway.
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lol you put it so eloquently!
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Such a romantic piece. What has gotten into you?
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You misjudge me. I am forever the romantic
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But there’s more … lust sometimes.
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Yeah. OK. There’s a bit of that, too. I get a bit confused between the two sometimes.
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I always thought that between adults lust was part of the package, even if only acknowledged, if not acted on.
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Indeed. It would be a dull place without lust in the mix
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