When I think of love, I do not think of thrusting limbs and arching backs. Love, to me, is a private journey of two spirits to a better place, a place of softness and blending hearts made one by passion. A time of hearing the quiet music of their souls, of mouths searching for truth and beauty, when touching brings ecstasy that explodes in colors of a rainbow. When time drops away ..and they are forever. -- copyright March 2002 Judith Anne Labriola
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