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That was sent to me by a female member. The Kamaki man wrote it to her: (no Comment) A Romantic 'KAMAKI MAN' Must be!!
By La Belle Rouge

i cannot hide
from one with piercing eyes
and lips that speak all my secrets

nor would i ever seek to veil
the intent of my heart
the heat of my flesh

that aches to be cooled
with caresses of strength

tender yet forceful
your rising sun penetrates
all my clouded reserve

like a crash of thunder
and flash of lightning
you flood my senses

with the driving rain
of your passion

flooding my river
and coaxing soft petals
to unfold in love’s deluge

i know no shame
uncovered in your eyes
opened wide to your soft tongue

and hard invasion

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[COLOR=purple]We met on the internet one rainy September night. Everyday when I came home from work he was there waiting for me, and we’d talk for hours, getting to know each other better each day.

It wasn’t long before we grew very attached to each other, finishing each other sentences and feeling a bond from our souls.

After a year I went to Italy to meet him. I remember when I first walked out of the airport arrivals area...and there he was!! Wow… I was finally seeing him face to face for the first time. He was so handsome… I don’t think though I managed to get a complete sentence to come out of my mouth for a while I was so nervous.

We spent the next 3 weeks together every moment. He took me to so many wonderful places, and showed me places very special to him that he never shared with anyone else.

For 4 days we went to Tuscany and Umbria.. I can’t even count how many cities he took me to on the way… but we stayed in Cortona 2 nights.. because we were looking for the house called β€œBramasole” from my favourite movie β€œUnder the Tuscan Sun”. and we found it!! In Positano we looked for bad boy Marcello’s house too..hehe but realized it was all trick photography and that his house was not where they portrayed it to be.

We went many local places on his motorbike. One day to Ercolano..and then after climbed the Vesuvius… we went to Casserta and walked the 3+ Km walk in the spectacular gardens there… Ancient Napoli and had authentic pizza from what he called the best two pizza places there is. Walks at night by the sea, stopping for a nice espresso on the way.

It didn’t matter where we went, or what we did… we had so much fun. At night we would name our pictures taken from that day and drink Italian caffe liqueur.

My last day/night there was in Rome with him. We drove there in the morning.. and spent the day walking around the city. That night we shared our last time together at our hotel. The next morning. I had to get my plane that was leaving at 10 am. He was not able to come inside the terminal with me… he said later, his feet were stuck to the ground….and I am glad he didn’t…because as soon as I turned from saying good bye to him… I cried…and never stopped even when landed at home in Vancouver.

And the first thing I did when I got home was post many of our wonderful pictures to a website!!

I left so much of me there in Italy… they were memories to cherish for a lifetime… and we will have a close and special bond forever… we still are close… and talk often about our time together… I would never have missed it for anything in the world
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