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MollyGoLightly Men must realize that one woman's sexual attraction to another woman is not "for" them.

"can i watch?"

This ain't the penthouse forum, asshole.
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kx21 The colour of Friendship... 020129
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kx21 The Smell of blather... 020129
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Mahayana i only bUy blather
for the pictures

[honestly]
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Perspective_of_Soul She knows that i care. She knows that she creates all that shines within me. Why then do i feel so empty ?
How i wish i could generate some light in her.
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Carly-Jo To form a Spectrum isn’t hard
It’s made from end to end
With all the mysteries of life
With every “straight” and “bend”

It’s made of opposites, you know
In perfect harmony
The natural balance the “yin” and “yang”
The ultimate, the “Chi”

Night befalls the daily sun
To end and start our day
The spectrum “ends” that time our life
And see us on our way

But by far the greatest gift of all
Is when these “ends” combine
To make the dusk, or make the dawn
And make the world sublime

When the moon gleams in a starlit sky
With “frosty” halo tips
It holds a frail comparison
To the wonderful eclipse

For just a moment, a glimpse in time
The ends meet and are one
To form a miracle of life
A mating with the sun

A man, a woman in their way
Will form a spectrum too
As opposites they will attract
And very often do




But if they constantly contrived
To make their lives as one
The spectrum “ends” would be no more
A moon “mixed” with a sun

A constant eclipse would prevail
An everlasting dusk
The spectrum would exist no more
A nut trapped in its husk

One can never agree on everything
To try is but a notion
If one ends up, the others down
To give the see-saw motion

But when the balance levels out
And we sit eye to eye
The love I feel for you my dear
Can never ever die

That moment when the night meets day
That dawn, that dusk of bliss
The lunar eclipse oh so fine
That universal kiss

But then we’re on our way again
Back to our spectrum “ends”
Until the “yin” meets “yang” again
The straight lines meet the bends.
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