Water

descends.

Drip.

Drip.

Dripping...

from her silky long hair,

cascading.

Onto,

a fine, structured bridge: her collarbone.

Falling

lower 

and lower,

striking and 

rolling

down

a curve

of fine, pert breasts

and erect nipples.

Drip.

Drip.

Dripping.

Caressing nude skin.

A delicate, seductive, touch.

Down.

Down.

Advancing

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On the old oak tree
Sits a mother with her child
Giving her some lessons
carried from generations!
Her voice so hoarse and quiet
like the black night sky,
"Listen well dear!"
The mother sighed
"Silence is the wisest thing,
Its with you when no one else is,
silence itself is an answer,
to all those fools, who roam around!
Keep quiet, and you'll see,
the light in miracles!
The less you...

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