• With a touch-of-class!…borrowing ideas
    from demented minds of the past;
    Wisdom attempts to teach noble thought,
    that hurtful notions may never last.

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    With a touch-of-class!…borrowing ideas
    from demented minds of the past;
    Wisdom attempts to teach noble thought,
    that hurtful notions may never last.

    Postpone!…and simply regulate the senses;
    expose mental fibers with a connection.
    Notions may impose a sensible commotion,
    offering relief…related to an affection.

    Friendship impels a quest of kindly hearts,
    granting service with protection.
    Never stoop to scrap the bottom of a barrel,
    allowing scum an ounce of selection.

    Before corruption fertilizes a dim thought,
    let balance judge a measure of weight.
    Friendly therapy…carefully placed on scale,
    protects the interest of a tender mate.

    Rumor has-it!…that friends bravely perform,
    protecting an eager vibration of another.
    Such a noble jester…includes a lasting scope,
    surrounded by a husband and a brother.

    Therefore, listen closely…to a noble heart;
    with attentive ears…to a mindful wit.
    Things worth measurement–even in part,
    employs intellect…with things that fit.
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  • Most discreetly, my friend delight,
    We captured a sweet precious night.

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    Most discreetly, my friend delight,
    We captured a sweet precious night.

    One solid love of true romance;
    All we did, my friend, was dance.

    Step, step, we sway; true love is gold.
    Most everything real…I was told.

    A quite delight…pure crystal clear,
    The dance of love tingles my ear.

    Tangible worlds, nor mortals made…
    Our true love hath no fare trade.

    Dance not toward the golden bed.
    But, Ooo…sweet dance beyond my head.

    If golden bed be pure delight,
    Why stop, true love, after one night?
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  • Attraction!…engenders an affection encroach;
    Reciprocal bask…endures vindictive approach.
    Chemistry submits the heart to a perfect kind;
    God charges the reflection, as a common mind.

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    Attraction!…engenders an affection encroach;
    Reciprocal bask…endures vindictive approach.
    Chemistry submits the heart to a perfect kind;
    God charges the reflection, as a common mind.

    What is desire…that moves the heart outward;
    Altering flesh, which turns the mind backward?
    Especially travelogue–serving God’s purposes;
    Lifting wretched flesh…unto a higher compass.

    Boils threaten to invalidate a mutual belonging;
    Valid grows, nearby–emotions satisfy a longing.
    Hugs are most common–tender loving affection;
    Limits of time provide…for an endless perfection.

    Hugs are not required…from deity, at a distance;
    Persuasions of love are present and consistant.
    The distance of God–like a gift to one another;
    Hug touches are shared…by friends and lovers.

    Suspicious of hugs–turmoil with an open threat?
    Sheltered life comprehends not–dear love…yet!
    Hugs tune heart strings, and influences friends;
    Energetic concessions seek a sad heart to mend.

    Tenderness, with affection, attraction will seek;
    Proving mutual agreement…can touch the meek.
    Enchanting virtue is close to a warm proximity,
    Enabling honest emotions to emit an extremity.

    Wasted hearts seek desparately to share a hug;
    Searching child memories and comfort that was.
    Please!…what is a hug…snug as a bug in a rug?
    Way!…out of control, could smoother near love.

    Subdued natural affection…may appear as a hug;
    Congenial dimensions act as an extension of love.
    Stringent rules lay siege to a warm natural touch;
    Appearances of love will never radiate too much.

    You are okay–to look!…but please, do not touch;
    Chemical vibrations interrupt…in a mid-air crunch.
    Language lends a sensitive body–a touch of stars;
    Emitting exhause fumes from obnoxious motor cars.

    Dare to scan the eyes with a cool tippie tippie toe;
    Social opposities that crush egg shells…as they go.
    An enchanted proximity–lay face to face with love;
    Warm breath meets with tender cheeks and a hug.

    Searching for happiness…begins at a tender age;
    Continuously, as confusion…into an adult cage.
    Refrain from hug touching–void with pure love;
    Some Guiding fools are ignorant of a gentle nudge.

    The breath-of-life enhances a common stress;
    Arriving portentously with a cold touchy mess.
    Arousing warm pulses with an electric embrace;
    Crossing shattered egg shells in a static chase.

    Believing that love is stronger than hard sin,
    Assessing soul damage…by counting to ten;
    Back cautiously away from excruciating pain,
    Moving on forward…with an emotion to tame.

    Suppose, hugs are defiled by a moral demise;
    Wherefore, vile is virtue…for the beautywise.
    A devil disguises evil into a conflict with self,
    Desiring a beautiful edge…by promoting crap.

    Criticizing other beings, who go the wrong way;
    Gathering judges unto self!…by what they say.
    The greater sin lies–on…not forgiving of wrong.
    Whoever is worthy?…may judge the evil throng.

    A wink in the dark, and love without a hug;
    Is far too busy, as usual…with a sinister tug.
    Natural affection diminishes without a hug;
    Touching becomes cold…like a paranoid bug.

    As natural affections are smothered with lies,
    Sweet tender loving hearts will flutter and die.
    Perpetual nonsense bombards love with foes;
    Measuring compulsive pain by temporal woes.

    Beautiful resolutions…commit a sensitive heart;
    Arousing kind emotions from a wreckless start.
    Labor, as we ought, to understand the art of hugs,
    With continuous persuasion from our God above.
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  • Flashing back to the face of Dawn,
    There is a special memory to see.
    She was…as a friend should be–Dawn;
    All!…a man has a right to please.

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    Flashing back to the face of Dawn,
    There is a special memory to see.
    She was…as a friend should be–Dawn;
    All!…a man has a right to please.

    Every story has some ups and downs;
    My friend…so beautiful to the mind.
    Memories have some smiles and frowns;
    Dawn was everything that is kind.

    One day, Dawn went for a ride–around;
    Cruising!…for a motorbike thrill.
    To her dismay, she flipped to the ground;
    Her motorcycle locked a wheel.

    A light changed…from yellow to red;
    A bumper halted–the solid part!
    Dawn was carefully making her stop;
    Unfortunately!…a bumper smart.

    Well, cycle Dawn…was a bit shook-up!
    So!…what else could be expected?
    Courage dares to lift Dawn…up-n-up!
    Down!…could not keep her affected.

    Sympathy?…perhaps, for a nice thought.
    Alas, Dawn’s altered smile must be.
    She portrays a mighty tower of strength;
    Patiently!…restoring her beauty.

    Beauty will rise with the break of dawn;
    She will heal…as an unlocked wheel.
    Before the sun sets upon this night alone,
    The break of Dawn will be my thrill.
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  • Most discreetly, my friend delight,
    We captured a sweet precious night.

    One solid love of true romance;
    All we did, my friend, was dance.

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    Most discreetly, my friend delight,
    We captured a sweet precious night.

    One solid love of true romance;
    All we did, my friend, was dance.

    Step, step, we sway; true love is gold.
    Most everything real…I was told.

    A quite delight…pure crystal clear,
    The dance of love tingles my ear.

    Tangible worlds, nor mortals made…
    Our true love hath no fare trade.

    Dance not toward the golden bed.
    But, Ooo…sweet dance beyond my head.

    If golden bed be pure delight,
    Why stop, true love, after one night?
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