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So many mind smiles

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High up above from the BACK

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"Fury said to a

mouse, That he

met in the

house,

'Let us

both go to

law: I will

prosecute

you. Come

I'll take no

denial; We

must have a

trial; For

really this

morning I've

nothing

to do.'

Said the

mouse to the

cur, 'Such

a trial,

dear Sir

With

no jury

or judge

would be

wasting

our

breath.'

'I'll be

judge, I'll

be Jury,

said

cunning

old Fury:

I'll

try the

whole

cause,

and

condemn

you

to death

Lewis Carroll’s Mouse Tale

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I am a shooting star rising from falling

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Wu Zetain the first Empress to rule during the late Tang Dynasty 7th century AD 665-690. One of the many women holding leading powerful dynamic and forceful - INSPIRATION from the the early ages

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B-Area 39 body image with assistance of electrical stimulation of the right angular gyrus that allows us to experience and out of body experience - where we see ourselves preforming from the outside

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Power - how much of it do you have : and where in your brain does it nest:

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CHAPTER ONE:

        “Stop it….” She intones carnally with an enormous coyest smile. As he pulls the silky blouse off, while reaching under the skirt and lighting up the divine feminine within her. Gently caress her body with pure love and grace, as the moonlight dances upon her naked skin. He slowly kisses her shoulder and slides down the tip of his tongue down to her elbow. His hands create shadows allowing the natural glow - glow up the hidden anecdote. Like a true artist he reads the shapes of lights just like as he gently takes little bites.

She leisurely passes her fingers outlining the frame of his shoulders and back as her pointer, middle, and ring fingers make it to his color bone. Where slowly she runs her digits in a walking form circling his pecks and abdominal down to one of his life sources or belly button. She slowing loosens the belt and the button like an ancient thirsting for mutton.  

She smirks and nibbles on his ear as the sent of lust and carelessness begins to seal the ligneous or wooden garage.  While she used her hands to paint on the blank mural - body, his lips sang her name “JANE”. While his heart created a beat of its own. The mind recording and is retaining every touch and sight like the unlimited memory cloud with a tight clutch of might.

The gent then fluently swipes the daring hand across her neck to pull back her long black coal like delicate hair. Brushes her strength (hair) they share a kiss that struck up both of their worlds and souls as if they or their minds – souls were standing in an endless flowering field. That ground is ignited with lighting bugs, flying butterflies’ dragonflies and the setting sun revealing the day stars. Assuring and symbolizing that their inner little selves and humans were protected and safe. They produce an energy of burning desire like a chief claiming and owning land or squire.

The fellow initiates with a whisper

“take my shirt off, I want to love you and indulge with my hands and body until I free us from this tension of cocooned desire.”

By the time he finished speaking his shirt has teleported across the garage. As he seizes hold of her hips, and pulls seductive, alluring, tantalizing fuselage towards his sitting lap. She unfurls her legs they are brought face to face – eye to eye while his hands spread the thoughts over the curves of her hourglass. Every touch felt like zeal ice winter and shine fire of summer circulating all over their skin and senses. Their bodies moved as they played with each other like swimming dolphins gliding and wrestling one another.

Every moan carried a scent of Spring fresh rain showers and gasp of crisp first day of Fall. As he began to cup and propel her desires, and hopes - she stroked his opinions and dreams. The two bodies came together into one soul. The love they created that night will forever contain traces of new structured life like lignite.

Time does not stop for anyone neither did they. Without their knowledge they created made a life from the finest and most pure pieces of themselves.  As they lay on the bare – exposed floor of the storage goggling up at the millions and billions of stars; through the wide vast whole in the ceiling, she murmured….

“I can’t….,

I do not have the words….,

This is truly inconceivable. I will not whopper, never – ever thought it would be you John. You know it is your how do they say – happy go lucky jaunt - smashing and well phrased outstanding, sleek, nectarous locution speaking style. Those big ravishing beaming blue eyes might have been what got you in.”  she laughs while rolling on top of him. Her profound dark coffee eyes observed him, causing John to blush with sparkling smirk and placed his files away like a true clerk.

        As he situated and molded his body according to her curled physic, their hearts beat and lugs breath time and light in and out. The rising heat and the hot screams, moans and groans have exploded in the air. A though and a claim pop into his head as he was laying and contemplating and conversating with his brain – I am the luckiest sixteen – year- old that walks and breathes on this planet. He cloaks her with his arms, smooches her forehead and declares; “I love you Jane until we kick the last bucket.” The look of content and accomplishment filled their souls. As their eyelids weigh close for lovable peaceful rest while his arms formed a sultry safety nest.

        The AM aura hits the town, Jhon robs the baby burgers out, and realizes Jane is AWOL. The rapid dehydration from the sheet makes it evident that she just snuck away. This evaporation did not sock or disappoint his person. This predictable act was a huge part of her character. This was very much expected of her. Jane is a free spirit, a bird who will fly, come, and go as she pleases. There is not an existing conscious, presence, soul that will dominate, restrain, or command her audience. She only comes back when the yearning for something or someone overpowers her individual self, like the one she left and forgotten on a shelf.

        Days dash by sense they have seen one another, weeks zip by without a sight of his new lady love friend. The one he wants to hold, the one he wants whole, and the one he wants all. What, or shall we say who has vanished has suddenly appeared from the tip of last spoken words. The number of full moons that passed sense was lost in the records of the invisible documentation. The only way to recover such records one would have to take an unseen top-notch aviation.

         The semi – village of Jewish Autonomous Region, Russia Yevreyskaya Avtonomnaya Oblast, also goes by the name Birobidzhan far eastern Russia, the Blast of the middle Amur River. John was pondering about his life and questioning his future. It was a damp day with especially heavy swamp due orbiting in the air, leaving a wet thin layer of mist on the grass and all that exists outside of us. The shine that was left from the early morning heavy wet blurriness accentuated and gave the things in the outside - world a new shape or an angle of light for just a couple of hours. As the regular morning crew of nightwalkers, tipsy, sot creatures walked to bed. They created a vibrational ripple – waking up the rest of the towns people.

John is leaning his front body halfway into the table as his forearms face inside out for support; the thumbs are used to grab the table edge for balance. His eyes shift towards the left, where the tanks are driven by I suppose authority across the lake. Where he would sit get drunk and baked.

         Several solid silent minutes pass - when his giraffes’ neck and physic bares slightly to the right. Thinking - musing and biting his left thumb and index finger. As his right hand pulls and adjusts his yellow and purple stripe hoodie. Pulling up the very dark wet coffee grains brown trousers. His emotional state every so often slips and flashes images of Jane, and he begins to assume or concluded not from the intellectual state but from the silent, powerful unspoken and unseen emotions deep within. Where rhyme and reason have never met. Just like every human he – she – we - all do have the option to stop that sort of thinking if it is unwanted. Just have to remember what some say not to follow that blind drunk, at every stimulation because you will get become a sot punk.

         So, as he ends the mad mind mascaraed of images, he decides to make a chicken roll butte. He leans over and opens the fridge with a very weak and sad kind of demeanor. Bends down and tilts grabbing and handling the chicken slices. Spins his body around to snatch some very mouthwatering condiments, and pastes. The bread is cut and ready to be sauced, gluing the cold cuts, as the rolls hug them from both sides. The glorious, tasty treat beaming in front of his mouth zapped his human back to life, as he cuts the food star with clasp knife.

        He stands up straight, feels the energetic eye daggers, so he gradually lifts his head and sees a ball of force speed walking. This orb of energy is Jane. Gliding with serious face and eyes on the mission. His eyes balls light up and his body is overflowing with air that has pumped up his chest. John treks towards the chair that is flopped next to the couch. The sitting area is filled with wonderful and very intricately designed blankets ; that were spread out like a cracked egg on the furniture. He adjusts the covers filled with flowers, trees, and nature of all kind. Does another spin and shuffle of the feet and parks his royal button on the throne. Assuming and preparing to forgive the poor creature, who has been ignoring and who has killed him off from her life, as she brought him back to life.

John inhales and raises his hands to takes a huge bite of the of the dripping not only love but flavor sandwich. The door slammed open as the crumbs dropped like feathers and masked the bright red ruby carpet. There she was standing like a majestic bull or if you want flip and view her from a different dimension - like a brick wall that was ready to pounce on anything and anyone that was - is or will be. Her body, and her energy was magnetically powerful and blazing with spark dust and unspeakable and unknown geometrical energetical shapes throbbing with her aura. She is grabbing and pulling her pendant - and speaks the words “I am pregnant”.

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