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Easter dreamer

The tale of Easter , is a tale as old as time. The worshiping of Jesus , and how he came back to life . Modern day dreamer created a bunny to spread the modern day dream of life that begins with a egg . This egg became a symbol of the life of Jesus and how he was resurrected on Easter Sunday , but this story is a story of how the dream became a reality and the myth of the Easter bunny was born in the dreams of the child
The day was a Saturday and the year was not know , the child in question was no older than 8 . The day was an ordinary Saturday the kids where playing in the woods , a game of tag and hide and seek was occupying there time . They where half way through the game when one of the kids had became lost in a part of the wood that had not been explored by these young minds the kids started to call out
” guys , where are you . Guys I think im lost ”
To no reply , the child sat on the leaves that covered the ground and waited , as he’s parents had once told him .
” if you ever become lost or separated from us just sit on the ground and we will find you ”
The boy sat and waited patiently watching the trees swaying in the gentle breeze, looking at nature as it wonders by . After some time the boy became tired and the smell of the damp leaves had became too intoxicating and had derived him in to a trance like state . The boy still sat on the ground found his eyes becoming heavy and his head had became light as if it was in a cloud . A few more moments passed and the boy could not help but fall asleep , but the sleep was not a deep sleep it was the lightest sleep that any child could fall in to
” boy are you ok ”
The boy stirred but only long enough to see a blur like shadow standing by the side of the tree , but this shadow was no taller then about 1 foot .
” boy are you ok , can I help you ”
The boy looked at the shadow , then rubbed his eyes .
” lady I’m lost , I was playing with my friends and then became Lost as I had ventured to far away. ”
The boy rubbed his eyes again and tried to look at the shadow again
” lady why is it my eyes see you as a shadow , why is it I can not see your face ”
The shadow came closer and sat down next to the boy and then reached out and took the boys hand . The lady said in a sweet and soft voice
” im sorry if I have startled you , I never meant to but you see the world in only half its glory . people like myself can only be seen by the purest of hearts and they will only see us as a shadow , but if I wanted I could let you see me . ”
The boy looked confused as he tried to look deeply at the shadow , he would rub his eyes a few more time to clear the impurities from his eyes .
” could I see you , please ”
The boy stared at the shadow
” ok but please boy don’t run , for I mean you no harm . I’m friendly and I would not show myself if I was going to hurt you . ”
The boy smiled at the shadow and looked down at his hand , where the shadow was holding . The longer that he looked at the shadow the clear it became , but the boy noticed that the shadow was a hand but not any hand . The hand that was hold the boys hand was a warm hand , the sort that only a mother would posses . It was soft but just a little too soft , the boy took one last look at the hand and noticed that it wasn’t a hand it would be a paw .
” what are you ”
The boy looked at the forming person in front of him , but he noticed that it wasn’t a person but an animal . The shadow was now an animal, but not just any animal it was a wild hare .
” are you ok boy , shall I help you ”
The boy could not look away , he found himself mesmerized at the talking hare stood in front of him
” yes please  but can I ask you some thing”
The hare looked at the boy and twitch her nose and smiled
” what are you , and do you have a name”
The hare looked at the boy with a surprised look on here face smiled once again and ran her paw over her ear pulling them back as if she was like a human getting the hair out of her face
” well young man , I am a Forrester. Which is a woodland creature that can only make themselves visible to the purest of people . My name is ester bunny , and yes I know bunny when im a hare . I got the name from my mother who was a rabbit , and my father was a hare .
The boy looked at ester and laughed . The boy stood up and looked round , but this isn’t the same woods that he fell asleep in . The trees were alot greener here and the air was cleaner , there was no smell of fire in the air .
” ester where are we , I wasn’t here . ”
” yes I know boy , you have ventured in to our world ”
” how do I get back ”
” that’s up to you ”
The boy looked confused but yet drawn in to the world he has stumbled on to

Time flew by , the boy and the hare had many questions for each other but it was now getting late and the boy knew he had to get home
” ester I think I better get back home ”
Ester knew this time with the boy would be short but she also knew that he would go on telling his tale of her
” ok boy I will help you home but you may or may not remember this day ”
” ok but my parents are calling me I can hear them, I must go ”
Ester walked the boy down to the river bank , she looked up to the sun put her paw up and ran her hand down the sun beam untill it hit the ground
” Boy I have had fun finding out about your world and telling you about mine ”
” I have too , can I come back and visit you in this world ”
” I don’t know ”
Ester thumped her foot down on the log next to the waters edge , and a whirlpool appeared in the river
” that’s your doorway home boy ”
The boy dropped to his knees and gave the hare a giant hug
” I better go ”
The boy stood to his feet and took a few steps back and started his run to the whirlpool , as his foot reached the waters edge he leapt in tk the air . The shadow of the boy was the first thing to be pulled in , then the boy was to follow . He took a last look at the world that he was leaving and held his breath .

The boy woke up on the ground in the leaves as if he had never gone anywhere. In the distance he could hear two voices calling out his name .
” muma , papa im here ”
The boy got to his feet and started running toward the voices , as he came over a small hill he could see his parents
” muma , papa . Do I have a story to tell you . ”
As they walked back to the hut where they lived , the boy would tell of his day with ester . As night fell the boy could not sleep he was wondering how he could get back to that world and if there would be other Forrester. As the day became months and the months became years the boy would go back to the same place . Never being able to get back to the world the boy grew up and had his own kids but never forgetting that day , but as time passed he forgot the name and ester became Easter . That day would become the day that the Easter bunny came to visit and a tradition was born as the years passed and the day was celebrated with love laughter and sweets of plenty . The boy had become a man and the man had told his kids and there kids would tell there kids . The story was never forgot and to his dying day the boy would visit that same place hoping to to see that hare .
On the boys dying day he was surround by family and friends . In his dying minutes he would look round his bed at all the love he would see in all there eyes and as his last breath was taken he would look at the end of his bed . To his surprise there she was ester , but for his eyes only she would whisper to him
” Boy your at your purest and I wanted to say thank you for believing in me and the rest of the Forrester ”
The boy closed his eyes , and in his dying word he whispered I love you to his family .

Ester and many other forresters was waiting for the next pure soul to join them . Ester smiled as she could see a figure walking towards them
” boy you came ”
” yes im here ”
” what is you name boy ”
The wood became silent and the wind stopped blowing

” my name is ”
” jack , jack frost ”

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The book of life

Passing through the pages of story book called life
Looking at the memories and memories yet to have
When all the dreams are coming and all the dreams gone by
We only look to the fun we leave behind
The people that we came to meet and the people that we lost
All are in the pages of the book we call our own
We look back at the places and place not yet been
We can always see our family in the pictures on our walls
But the loved one that have come to pass we can see in our souls
The love that they bring to us is everywhere to see
I can feel there love love in everything even you and me

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Waking up with you

5.00am I woke up with you next to me
I can not move for there’s no time to see
I must get ready for work but your arms are inviting
You roll on your back and look towards me giving your lip a bit of bitting
Your eyes are suggesting for me to stay as you lay there and the clock ticks away

5.30 come round and i should get up but the warmth of your breast keep me near
As the time it passes the feeling of your skin and your embrace is an drug that there is no cure
I cant help this high i feel when we let time go and we stay in each others arms
 
6.00am comes and goes but still no one knows
We gaze in to each other eyes like stars in the night
Without a word spoken our lips meet and our heart beats for each other
The taste of you lips are an aphrodisiac that i must have
My skin tingles and my pulse races as you drug takes over

6.30am we are entwined in a lustful serenity and an galactic battle of sweat and passion
Your hips roll and i feel the warmth of your love serum soothing my exploring fingers
You breasts gentle and soft , but graceful lightly bounce as your hips roll to the pulsation of your heart
My finger they enter and your body explodes in a cascade of sound and love

7.00am you body tingles and teams with pulsation of passion
I explore your body with blink , not getting enough of your ecstasy
You body twitches and you cry out in a glorious chorus of angel song
Once the waves of high subside and we lose ourselves in the moment
I hold you near and whisper a line or two of our song
As i sit on the bed stroking you back you place you hand around me holding and pulling me back

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Easter day

The day is Easter , and the year 1926
It was a day much like today , in a house in the country . There was a child much like the ones of today always questioning always playing ,but this child never believed . For this child was a child born into wealth and never had to ask for anything .
This story starts the day before its Easter eve the child was happily playing in there room for he had not many friends , so the dolls and the teddy’s would give this child comfort and play .
As the child was playing the maid came to the room asking if they had been good and if they would see the Easter bunny in the morning . But this child was spoilt and no need to believe as there parents would give them all that they need .
As the day went on the child would ask ” what’s with this bunny and would i believe in a thing that has never come to see me  ”  .the day came to its end and bed time came round , but this child was wanting for this bunny to be found .
Tucked up in bed the child asked the maid why would a bunny come on Easter day . So the maid was explaining the story behind ,the Easter bunny and the ways to be found . As the child got tired ,they tried to stay awake ,but there eyes became heavy and they couldn’t stay wake
The stories are told ,the milk was now drunk ,as the child was all tucked up in there old fashioned bunk . There eyes were heavy and there beds were warm ,but they couldn’t stay awake to see in Easter morn
While they were sleeping on that Easter eve night , there was a sound for it would stir and fright .the child would wake up from a dreamless sleep , and look down the bunk and glance at there feet . The more that they focused they shape they would see , it was a bunny looking back at me .
The rabbit was placing an egg or three and looked back at the child as whispered  to see , ” are you awake child , i have a gift for thee ,im the Easter bunny do you believe in me ” . The child couldn’t believe it as they nodded there heads ” i believe in you now as your sat on my bed “
The bunny would jump up to the child tired face ,and sprinkled some chocolate egg dust and the child likes the taste . ” its time for you to sleep now as it still time for bed , but you will remember seeing me on your bed “
As the child fell asleep they whispered to him ” i believe in the bunny , the Easter bunny is he ” . As the hours past and the sun came to rise ,the child would wake up and rub there tired eyes . Like a great dream the child would look down at there feet . To where the easter bunny had left there Easter treats
The maid came to wake up that child on that day ,to see him smiling and feeling so gay .” i see that your happy did the Easter bunny come ” as the child look and pointed to the Easter fun . The child was excited and then a tear would fall down as they whispered and smiled .
” i believe in the bunny fir i have just seen this little Easter bunny who came to me ”

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The struggle

This darkness is everlasting its a whisper in the wind
The darkness will eat at our souls and it will never give in

The darkness is ever creeping, it crawls along the ground
Like a ever moving serpent it depowers all around

But once the darkness is fading there is a light to be seen
The light it will enlighten us for all shall be seen

There will always be a battle for when they will never win
But the best and strongest power comes from within 

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Easter bunny is coming

Easter is upon us ,and the hot cross buns are hot
Winter is now over as the last frost is on the ground
The kids are excited as there is chocolate to be found
The Easter bunny is coming and jack frost has finally gone
There’s one more sleep to Easter ,where has this year gone
Spring is a springing and the cats now go outside
As the morning is starting , there are bunny prints to be found
They will lead you to where the chocolate is because the earster bunny is fair
The Easter likes to play games , so he hides his bounty everywhere
So good luck when finding , as he hides them really well
In the trees and in the grass or even in the vegetable patch
He is really good a play now lets all go get set
There’s one more sleep to Easter i cant wait to go to bed

Happy Easter now your under the Easter bunny spell

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Warm waters

I step in to the shower and all i could see is water and steam all around me
The water is warm but too warm for me as it heats up the room for me to be
As i back in to the warming jets the water is soothing as it hits my neck
As the water it kiss my pains ,it talk to me and cleans things away
Each drop as it hits on my soft supple skin ,makes my body quiver and my face to grin
The drops are tickling away at my chest like little warming river over my breasts
Each drop would join together in a downwards dance and fall in a tropical dance
Each Rivulets of water touching each part of me , gives me goose pimple for all to see
The water is spraying on all parts of me ,i look like a goddess that sparkle for me
The water is caresses my back to my knees
My buttocks are warm as the shower rain begins to claim , its way around my body every little piece of me
The steam is surging and exploring in the room i see , little moisture kisses in the air for me 
The water is exciting as it strokes over my skin in to ever crease and crevasse on me
The water is exciting as it rolls on down my legs as the bubble burst
The bubble are my friends as they lather up with soap and help me clean my body with every stroke and grope
My hands they feel all soft now as the soap it lathers up , i must start my cleaning but my skin wont let me go
My fingers look inviting as they rub ,stroke and grope
The bubbles they start bursting from between my legs they be
They are bursting on my clitoris, and making my legs tremble and my knees weak
I really must stop now as i think i will go to far
I will finish up with drying or maybe have a bath

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