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Posted by Carmen on Dec.13, 2009

hi everyone! Sorry not being around but I have been on the sick side. Things are getting close for the launch of the site and they have kept me busy working on things. Right now i am trying to put together a member chat schedule for January on my site. If you guys could comment and tell me what dates and times you all prefer I will do my very best to schedule convenient times.

This Weds is my member chat over at OnHerCamNetwork. I havent decided on a theme yet but it will be topless and fun. So mark down Dec. 16 @ 2pm Eastern aka 11am Pacific. I am also told that OnHerCamNetwork will also release a Christmas pic set on the same day too. it’s an older set but a good one. Here is a peek!

I want to wish my new friends over at Synciti a Merry Christmas and lots of thank you’s for all you have done. Expect to see a special present for you guys soon.

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James P
She dwells with beauty that won’t die,
because she is the portal
of inspirations that will multiply
and make them both immortal.
It’s not in Lethe where they twist,
but in each other’s minds like wine
in lips that tenderly are kissed
they linger, while they both entwine,
he with her beauty, while she binds
him to her with his mind that swells
with inspiration that he finds
in hers. There will be no farewells,
because her beauty that’s immortal
while wrapped around his mind won’t dis-
appear, while she remains the portal
nor just of inspiration but of bliss.

No, no, go not to Lethe, neither twist
Wolf's-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine;
Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kiss'd
By nightshade, ruby grape of Proserpine;
Make not your rosary of yew-berries,
Nor let the beetle, nor the death-moth be
Your mournful Psyche, nor the downy owl
A partner in your sorrow's mysteries;
For shade to shade will come too drowsily,
And drown the wakeful anguish of the soul.
But when the melancholy fit shall fall
Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud,
That fosters the droop-headed flowers all,
And hides the green hill in an April shroud;
Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose,
Or on the rainbow of the salt sand-wave,
Or on the wealth of globed peonies;
Or if thy mistress some rich anger shows,
Emprison her soft hand, and let her rave,
And feed deep, deep upon her peerless eyes.

She dwells with Beauty - Beauty that must die;
And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips
Bidding adieu; and aching Pleasure nigh,
Turning to poison while the bee-mouth sips:
Ay, in the very temple of Delight
Veil'd Melancholy has her sovran shrine,
Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue
Can burst Joy's grape against his palate fine;
His soul shall taste the sadness of her might,
And be among her cloudy trophies hung
Kikkobello
Hey Carmen, I've been sick too, so the theme is "the nurse" lol
I hope to see you soon in pvt chat :)
Torch82
Merry Christmas to you too angel. I always get home from work around 1pm, so any time after that is great for me. Also dates are never a problem. I can't wait until your next memberchat.