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Hugs

I MAKE UP THE SILLIEST REASONS FOR A HUG I make up the silliest reasons for a hug. A coughing sneezing flu or bug, To venture to your healing arms For safety from all ill harms. No tears or moments of remorse. For it's your arms, your grip that I seek Like a falling star following its course. Whether lonely or alone I see my home Deep within your closing bosom And so I make up the silliest reasons for a hug Knowing that I need no reason. (c) Angelo Bell

Dreams

Dreams and the Supernatural via 3 Glasses of Shiraz When I was back in New York 11 odd years ago, PCH (Pacific Coast Highway) held some romantic acclaim for me. I mean, all the shows about driving on PCH were romantic, adventurous, lively, funny -- something right out of a Judy Collins novel. For me, the romantic ambiance of PCH was focused on three things: Driving a Jeep or convertible I'm with a sexy, barefoot woman The woman wears a sundress The dream was always the same: Angelo, cruising in a Jeep Wrangler, heading north on PCH. Beside me sits a lovely lovely woman wearing a spaghetti-strapped flowery sundress. She's reading a book and her shoes are off and her feet are placed neatly atop the dashboard. As we drive I sneak peeks at her lovely manicured feet and red nail polish. I admit it. I do have a foot fetish, but it's not some obscene thing. I simply find well-cared-for, well-manicured feet truly attractive. And the absence of "ham

Speechless, too

Speechless, Too Looking for that wordless love? That love that needs no vocalization. Just a touch. A glance. A smile. Your smile. A smile that says: There's no other place I'd rather be. You comfort me. I can breath. Exhale. A smile that says: Those lips are kissable. I can't wait to touch them My lips to yours. Smiling as we touch. A speechless love. A happy love. A happy and wordless love affair. No words exchanged. Only two people. Only their desire. Only their passion. No word of inhibitions Just a curl of a lip. A welcoming quiver. No thought. No fear. A speechless love. A glance. A glance that says: Yes...I AM thinking about you right now. A glance that considers...us What we are, And what we've become. An expression that brings out your smile. A glance led by bright eyes With an ulterior motive. Innocent, yet devious. Playfully devious. A glance that reveals what is yet to come. A wordless love. A speech

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