Isaeri Seven

     This is a continuation of verbal love-making. We share it on the
net...perhaps because there is a thrill in letting someone "peep" if
they wish to. However...should you peep...you cannot be offended. 

     In other words...to those who advocate censorship on the net -- 
you can't have it both ways!

     And, ultimately, it is intended for one woman...known by the
both of us by many names -- Isaeri, Renny J, Renee J. -- because she
is my beloved heart...because she moves me to my soul. And only she 
knows who she is....

DSF -- 10/20/98



For Isaeri...desire of my loins...desire of my heart...

-- while awake  David Farrar 8/22/98

...I awake, still slumbrous, but aroused...

...I awake, aware of the wind from the fan on my exposed...area? 

     ...parts? (g)...what do I call that part of myself, but Jimmy? 
     
     ...I call it whatever the area is that I decide, I must cool with
water...

spray bottle tilted at just the right angle from the fan...

where you are...as I do this...to myself...

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If I don't send any e-mail...(g)...this is why...

I love you...I will talk with you soon...

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"you have mail..." 

 RJ and DSF 10/20/98

Subject: 
            Re: -- the sexiest woman...
       Date: 
            Tue, 20 Oct 1998 19:34:31 +0000
       From: 
            Renny J
Organization: 
            Prodigy Internet
         To: 
            EF
 References: 
            


David,

 You wish me a blue sky day, week, month...life...

 We are about colors....
 Heartbeat sounds
 Warm touchs
 Powdered smells
 tastes of moist droplets
 from shafts and gardens
 
 sensual we are.....



  I love you,
  Renee

> Renee...
> 
> ...I have ever known....who, with quiet voice and shining words,
> 
> undresses me...
> 
> touches me...
> 
> brings me to fever pitch...
> 
> leaves me breathless...
> 
> and loving her more, with each visit...
> 
> -- My partner in so many ways...
> 
> -- Have a blue sky day...week...month...year...life...
> 
> te amora, mi corazon...mi florita que bonita, que dulce...
> 
> David

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Quoting --

"At dawn my lover comes to me...and tells me of her dreams...

"With no attempt to shovel it...

"Into the ditch of what each one means...

"At times I think, 'There are no words, but these, to tell what's 

"True...

"And there are no truths outside the Gates of Eden..."

-- "Beyond the Gates of Eden" --  Bob Dylan -- 1965

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 David Farrar 11/3/98

the gates...

you have revealed to me...

you have shared with me...

as well as the secret of the entrance...

so simple...a gentle touch...

so simple...a gentle word...

so simple...a gift...and its price?

so simple...a gentle touch...a gentle word....

and how rich the reward, as the gates...the petals...open...

so simple...

so rich...

so alive...

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She meets me...

 David Farrar 11/20/98

     ...at an airport known for its "strange-ness"? "weird 
           architecture"? "its nasty media reputation"?

     ...She meets me...

     ...I am always taken by how beautiful she looks, whatever
           she may have said about her appearance ...

     ...I know how beautiful she is...

           and long for each opportunity in which I can

           show her how beautiful she is...

     ...for these are moments of high mountain meadow cool breeze...

           we together, naked in it...

           surrendered to it...

           crying out to it...

     ...yes...I know how beautiful she is...

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I wrote to her (with graphic) --

Renee...

The card *should read* (continuing from the little text left on the 
page -- of course, it is free...so...)...

This is from a new group of cards @ Naughty Cards -- the link is 
"Sweet enough to eat..." :-)

I was drawn to this one for two reasons:

1) it reminded me of the night we experimented with whipped cream, 
and came to the same conclusion...  ;-)

2) it is a vision of you in a bubble bath...or a private hot tub at
Idaho Springs (1/2 drive from here, in the middle of the mountains... 
or a private swimming pool...or...well...you get the idea... ;-)

And I think "how much I love Renee...and how much I miss you, as well" 
(I did get your phone message, too )...and how much I love spending 
time with you...whatever we might be doing...

(actually, this is a bit lengthier than the message I wrote 
originally,

but hey...that's the advantage!!! :-)

...how much "I want the things that have been given to me." Think 
about that phrase. I didn't invent it, that's for sure. 

Serenity is "wanting what you have." If you *want* what you have, you
are grateful to have it. 

Cool, huh? :-)

And that means, I want you (oh...in some of the naughtiest ways... and
your references to "that place" are making me a bit...in need of a 
cold shower ). And...I want you

...as a *life-partner* ...

...as a fellow explorer...

...as someone who will listen when I tell my stories...

...as someone who will tell me hers...

...as someone who does not judge me, but accepts me for what I am,
moment to moment...

...as someone I do not judge, but delightedly accept what she offers 
me, from moment to moment...(oh...I feel I do this...I hope I act in 
this manner with you, Renee!)...

...as someone who loves to
think...dream...jump!...dance...laugh...read...write...love ~ ...
do...move...sing...share...touch...(you know I can't do this, all 
night , though I would love to!)...you see what I mean...  :-)

...as someone who is...so idescribably beautiful -- a woman with the
most open, inviting smile, eyes into which I literally fall when I see
them (oh...especially making love!)...a beautiful body of round 
breasts and so touchable rose-bud nipples...of rounded (still remember 
a vision that made me gasp...in moonlight) bottom...of legs and feet 
that beckon and tease and send me to other worlds...of flower so sweet 
-- truly a taste of honey, truly delightful glow as I beckon her 
petals to open......of lips so silky I long to caress them with mine, 
drink from them, exchanging tongue, for we are becoming one with 
rising dance of electricity...of arms that hold me, as we make little 
sounds...little motions...lying together...

-- I guess you can tell by now...that I love you...

David

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She responded (with graphic)

David,

   These days I print your e-mails and carry them with me...pull them
out to read when I have a quiet moment...or a tense one.  And while I 
am writing this note back to you...it is not enough. For many times, I 
wish that I could turn to you, let you "see", "hear" how I feel. 

   Your words...."How much I want the things that have been given to 
me" just filled this heart . A recognition in myself as well of all 
the times I have not felt that way in my life....knowing all the time that
not being able to do that...made all the difference.
   To hear these words from you...that I am part of what you feel has
been given to you and that you want that for yourself...oh that I was
with you, that I might let those thoughts take hold in the intimate
understanding of each other...
   I love you very, much....
   Renee
   W

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ and I thought ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

our lives are made with crystal and volatile esthers...
  sensations that form and vanish without leaving a mark..
except on the heart's brittle but brilliantly etched mirror...

where often I see your face...looking at me...
-- teasing and tempting me
-- pleasantly, gently and joyfully touching 
-- me...herself...while...
-- I am touching...pleasantly and joyfully...
-- myself...and her...while...
-- we both cry our love to distant skies...
-- different earths...

 ~~ I love you, Renee...

David
10/10/99 -- 3:06am (MDT)

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