 Pulling myself from his warm, wet arms
was hard enough... out into the sunny snow-glared street-- the slick rush of noonday traffic as I kiss the man who confuses me, my toy toying with me, playfully unsure... Rumbling around in the backseat ...almost there... fumbling around my purse for cab fare --see, I've missed the bus again-- too busy wrapped in his body, unfolding his mind... He wants to know what I tell them. hell, people hear what they want to, especially when you're not sure what to say... damn, I don't even have time before work to have my "calming cigarette"-- those cabs always come so quick... meanwhile, love leaves you waiting... C. 2003
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Celebrating all
that she is, loves, and learns 
Welcome to the fruits of my mind, rich with flavor and heavy with thought...bold and fresh, and sometimes bruised... Like life, they can be gentle or intense, tough or tender, full of pain or full of grace.
This is life through the eyes of a modern-day Eve-- An Eve who has seen and felt the ages, learned to live and dream in a world where we've already tasted the fruit... It's not always roses, but that's life... for bitter or sweet. 
...aftertaste...I remember when life was simple and pure, when we had but ask and it be given. It is now a different day, a different time, a different place... 
...A mile in my shoes...
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