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Most can touch, taste, but mentally, soulfully feeling, touching is an art very few master |
| I can feel my heart pounding I can see time passing.... My eyes are closed arms out stretched at my sides.... I am spinning in an endless field of flowers.... Sun warm on my face... I hear nothing.... I feel everything.... It's different this time and I don't care... Touching, tasting, physically feeling one another...hmmm anyone can do..touching, tasting, but mentally, soulfully feeling, touching is an art very few master... Combine the two however...touching, tasting, physically, mentally and soulfully, without inhabitions giving freely of self....hmmm that is a finer art mastered by even fewer. These people though, that have mastered the art...when I think of them...I find myself back in the same place... I can feel my heart pounding I can see time passing... My eyes are closed, arms out stretched at my sides... I am spinning in an endless field of flowers.... Sun warm on my face... I hear nothing... Written by M. Nicolette Morrison |
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