http://slow.writerscafe.org/Outdoors2 The original writings of author Outdoors2 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776145957 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I Do Sense YouDo you ever wonder, if I taste youwithin swirling morning tidesHave you ever wondered,If I "breathe" you,encompassed by silvered starsDo you ever wonder, if I touch you,amidst the nature of myselfHave you ever wondered,the whisper of you,as breezes graz.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Outdoors2/333773/ Just a field that most will seeso much more than grass for freeJust some blades they may viewgentle sways of graceful youJust stalks grown withered and dryag-ed strength long’s sprig and spryJust some fodder filling spacecurves of smiles, wave ‘cross your placeJust laying.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Outdoors2/330906/ Tell me to go away, before it’s to late…if not, I’ll adore You!  Smack me silly, so I get the point…If not, I’ll long You!Ask me to leave and never come back…If not, I’ll need You!  Break my knees with a great wha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Outdoors2/330904/ I’d let you go. untouched unseen Faded dull,became your sheen With lack of heedyour jeweled patine tarnished greenby envies course We shared this viewAs longed for eachTo blush again so soon To strip you downwith scented oil and callous handsm.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Outdoors2/330902/ Authentic and real,Rugged and testedTired and tattered,this is the feelWashed down and rubbedPut in for the nightCan’t wait till tomorrowAs so, this is our lifePartnered for everCare comes from eachwhere ever we arefor you I searchYour eye’s show me soulan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Outdoors2/312589/ I tickled yourworld today.as down and silkbrushed your thighsI gently rubbed in her cleavecutting softly,with machining sighsHer heaving moundssent off quivers,yielding only to my touchHer strata quaked and trembled.as I burrowed in  her warm chasm.Yes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Outdoors2/310396/ It was there on the carouselle when it was ready to startbut the switchman had to leave and she jumped out of sightI sat on my pony and waited till darkI was all by my self only one in the parkShe never came back and I thank as I satWondering where I could find the golden ring at She h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Outdoors2/310239/ You've comeand sat,stirred my embers,displacinghollowed ashesExposingsmolderedlonging.lost,by cooledemotionStill warmwithinmydarkened core,Sparkleglowing flashesStokeddynamicsrising up,blazedwith fueleddevotion ~Outdoors2For You Swe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Outdoors2/310196/ We rip and tearwith claws and tugs.We’re gnawing, grabbingwith passions hugs.We hurry returnfor pains so remembered.We’re insanely driven,but softly tempered.We fear not wild,unrestrained, untamed,We’re so.. brutally mild,unleashed, uncontained.We&rsqu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Outdoors2/309917/ I hear your winds calling, as forests they swaythe chill of your breath, to soon come my way.Your frost gently laying, upon once heated fieldsthe shimmers of mourning, my heart so it yields.In longest of nights, as I dream the new dawnsI feed my souls fire, loves branches for pawns.So wr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Outdoors2/308304/ Not, Just a FieldJust a field that most will seeso much more than grass for freeJust some blades they may viewgentle sways of graceful youJust stalks grown withered and dryag-ed strength longs sprig and spryJust some fodder filling spacecurves of smiles, wave ‘cross your pl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Outdoors2/307139/ FIRE BREWEDPosted in Blogroll, Cooking, Creativity, Fishing, Friends, Hunting, Life, Nature, Poetry, Seasons, Uncategorized on May 22, 2008 by Outdoors2Chili ’s not made with all measures of which,But dashes of that and handfuls of this.Big chunks of onion and ple.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Outdoors2/281320/ Of Rituals and Man HugsPosted in Blogroll, Creativity, Friends, Life, Nature, Seasons, Uncategorized on May 10, 2008 by Outdoors2We gather at Joe’s on a crisp October morning, Coffee for most. Beer for some. The `man’ hug shared among the core. We chat about what chainsaw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Outdoors2/281316/ With a swift crack of the cropHe neighs as he rears and hoofs come down hard.Pounding the ground ‘thump’ with a thunderous bolt.Faster than the grasshoppers among Timothy grass.Yah!! She yells and he bucks a wicked once.He continues his stride longer and fasteras she .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Outdoors2/281304/