Misconceptions

Memories of your kiss play across my lips. Forgotten inhibitions now replaced by lust. Lying within perceived margins of good sense. Missed advances dashed to the wind. Spelling an avoidance of love and fate. Replace lust and love shines through.
One left to the wind of the others whims.
Stoical aspirations cast upon the rocks.

— Tuttey, Sep 20, 2007

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IKnowNoBox

18 years 8 months ago

I have been dashed on the same rocks ,let us not forget

The same rocks are what makes white water rafting fun and exciting.So much said in 8,and a title that seemed to fall short yet becomes part of the flow . in ink, David,

Tuttey

18 years 8 months ago

Thank You! ;o)

Yes the rocks can be quite sharp. White water rafting what fun! I spent 4 nights and 5 days on the Colorado River. Such a blast! I shall write about river rafting. Thank you for the inspiration. T