Poem -

Down In the Dunes

Back in the day,
she was
so much like
a new china doll,
and certainly
no less delicate ..
At first,
I thought I might
even break her ..
Just like
I once broke
the backs
and the spines
of all those
ever so fragile
sea creatures
which lived in
the sand where
we played
and so often,
made love ..
Yes right here,
between
these same
wind
rippled dunes ..
When our
breathing got
heavy
and laboured ..
My word,
how we were
then
magnificently
overcome
and with such
delirious
yet unselfish
abandon ..
Back in those
good
old days,
when we were
still so very young ..

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Lorna

Hi Neville,Β 
I enjoyed this, the imagery is very sensual, those dunes, although sound serene, I bet that sand got into every nook and cranny!!πŸ™ŠπŸ™ˆπŸ™‰
Lorna xx

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Neville

I can't help thinking you have probably been dune there yasen pet .. but just in case I'm deluded, please accept my sincere apologies .. and trust me, there's nuthin a bit o sworfeega can't budge .. x

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Lorna

🀣🀣🀣🀣🀣

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Marion

And I imagine you...sitting on the sand Neville...deep in memory and sadness
maybe...for all things passed x
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Neville

You got me babe .. write down to the last x

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Being Me

The imagery in this is sensational, Neville, it really is x

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Neville

How very & I do mean very kind .. thank you T .. N :) x

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