Art by Norman E. Masters

morning was a prelude

morning was but a prelude to the fantasy of the day's unfolding reality our kisses embraced the dawn kissing in each of us we whirled beyond time to a song, in a waltz, with a kiss sublime passion grew (as we knew it would) from delicate touch tingling us from lips to toes to an exploration of each of us intimating an intimacy that only grows us deeper together in a fusing that begins to open the buds we are

~~linda lee gardner-masters

(a re:Shaping from Linda's Journal)

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