- Written by Vangoman
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The Bending of Light
In her last humane way of touching, that of a woman human in love, or more precise like some exotic silk scarf being dragged endlessly across submissive lips of someone very much in love, hers is a kind of veiled love that imprints upon the life of other lovers by stretching their heart into a bent posture of surrendering, this is the way of touching by my woman. My woman in search of a final midnight of chard submissions initiated by me the man who helped shape her glorious life. Her love is one of those soft kinds of loves that surround the calling of warmth, warmth found only inside the trade winds of the soul or in those sacred moments where the art of the heart is passionately making love to you.