All Comments on 'Moonchild's Tides'

Lovely, I love the nature, water images that you lace into the physical and soulful journey of bliss...

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Du Lac~

very familiar to me. what comes to mind is how it has a very contemporary feel to it, but yet has the presence of past greats of long ago. wonderful mix of imagery that certainly will have astrology buffs feeling this passionate tide you've created for any nymph. absolutely lovely....don

then swims out again for another riptide’s soul quake..my surf is up...*****blue

Your poem was mentioned on the thread

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Thanks for the journey~

No matter your topic, your words always have a distinctive feel and style that I enjoy.

Your use of description in this is crisp, clean, and just lovely.

i love how the elements of astrology and water were interlaced within the deluge of physical sensation.

That was GREAT!!! EXCELLENT poem! Maybe the best poem there ever was! Think I'm joking? I'm not.

I LOVE this poem. It's a special poem by an extremely special Woman whom I crave daily and deeply.

I am so devoted to this author, this extraordinary woman equipped with so many gifts. Yeah, we all know She can write. But that's just the most noticeable of Her prominent traits. If You haven't yet, check out Her beauty on the bio page. WOW, WOW, WOW!!!

MISTRESS Vixxx is the center of my erotic world. I just wish She were the center of the rest of my world, as well. I'd give my left testicle to serve Her for one short, sweaty night.

I worship MISTRESS Vixxx, as should you, too.

More, more, more! Please MISTRESS Vixxx, I beg You for more!

=>Your crave slave

A tribute to eros, your words speak volumes as always.

Sad to say the pleasure is muted by that recent wholesale troll attack on your work. It distracts your appreciative readers from their pleasure as well. The effect can be too easily seen by all; my embarassingly high smarts not needed here, the solid row of red icons wiped out. It's an attack not on the merits of your words or work, but the mindless attack of a drive-by shooting. The vandals strike and demean us all - the authors and poets and readers as well. You can count on my support.

I missed reading last night, one of those nightmare days that never end. So let me get some fuel here this morning before I head out once again. These words you write give lie to your protest that you are not a serious poet; you strike me as being of high caliber.

So now, let me guess; this is either a poem about you or your daughter, born on the cusp. That would make the birthday the 22nd of June and I'm guessing this little poem is by, about, & for you. Close? Patricia