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6:08 p.m. - Saturday, Aug. 17, 2002 ...........keyboard memories.....alternating notes...pulsating ....reigning..........scarlet-red veins ...... silken, silent, smoldering....quickening... touch....arousing..........much more.... than mere mind towers, ego's swirling puffs....empty circling smoke... considering.......artesian well's vibrancy..... sensating....exploding, rushing...gush.......then amply measured....bubbling, racing...watery flush...replenishing field... once fallow.... flower....seedling........ now fully breathing,........through rainbow-colored playing.....like seeding .....or gardening......Your puissant, thrilling, ungloved, hot, fleshly touch..........on..........one solitary pink-velvet tulip...a flower.....soft petals ....... quivering, opening....slowly ....responding to rhythms.....keyboard rhythms.....overtaking my raptured soul.
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