She wondered if
It all sounded the same
A moan of pleasure
Or one of pain
She held her breath
Willed herself to separate
Her body one way
Her mind another
Controlled every move
Played the part best she could
If she could hide her eyes
Keep under the darkness
Then maybe
It really is
All about the same.
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I'm a woman that is absolutely in love with life....I'm doing what I love to do-as a massage therapist,a writer,a seeker of all that touches my soul and lifts my body.
I find great pleasure in the midst of chaos, in time with nature and kindred spirits.
I love the wisdom and clarity of Paulo Coelho, the music that makes me dance, and being present with the person I'm with.
I write to fulfill my soul and, hopefully, to touch others.
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