What if I told you I had an unsatisfiable desire to quench the fire that burns with in you? I see the flames ignited in your eyes, I feel the heat emerge from your body, I see the smoke in your words as you speak. Your body trembles as I touch you, and its sweaty and clammy. As I kiss your neck, you taste salty; sweet. Our eyes meet and I see the volcano's about to erupt and the lava of lust spills out. I want you. You want me.
What if I whispered in your ear to let me turn up your heat a little bit. Let my finger tips trace your body. Taking my time like its my hobby, finding all the spots that turn you on. The spots you didn't know existed. Now you can't resist it when I touch you there...there...and there. I can see your body shivering. Steam coming from your canvas. That fire is growing hotter inside.
What if I told you my lips would cause an inferno deep into your soul, setting your spirit a blaze. You crave me. I need you. You need me the way I need you. Let my ocean consume your fire and a sauna emerges. Creating a blanket of smoke so thick it covers the room. Just one kiss is all I need to prove to you that your fire I can indeed tame and bring down to a mear simmer. This isn't about being a winner.
Just a pleaser, I want to quench your thirst. Put out your fire and leave nothing but the ashes of the bed left.
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This is the imagination I possess, the passion I uphold, the intriguing that I cause you to have. Enjoy the journey into my mind, heart, soul, and depths of my freaky nature.
Monday, August 22, 2011
Sunday, August 21, 2011
I realized
I think I realized I loved him when I saw him walk by. When he opened his mouth to say hello. I felt my my legs get weak. I couldn't open my mouth to speak. I couldn't take my eyes off his smile. His laugh put me under a spell. His love is like a song I have on repeat in my heart. Every time it beats it's beating the letters of his name.
I think I realized I loved him when the thoughts of him eased my pain away. His words soothed aches, and his embrace lifted my burdens, and his smile brightened my darkest day. His words melt my heart like butter on a hot summer day. When he was the only person I felt I could talk to and even if the issue didn't disappear, I felt better just knowing he was there to listen.
I think I realized I loved him, when all the little things he did for me made me tingle. When I decided that I no longer wanted to be single. When I rolled over and just watched him sleep. When his kisses meant everything to me. When my heart beat faster when he was around, and nothing else mattered when as long as we were together.
We realized how much we loved eachother on that day I walked down the alter a little teary eyed, because I was about to marry this guy and he made me the happiest I could ever be. That's when I realized I loved you and you loved me.
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I think I realized I loved him when the thoughts of him eased my pain away. His words soothed aches, and his embrace lifted my burdens, and his smile brightened my darkest day. His words melt my heart like butter on a hot summer day. When he was the only person I felt I could talk to and even if the issue didn't disappear, I felt better just knowing he was there to listen.
I think I realized I loved him, when all the little things he did for me made me tingle. When I decided that I no longer wanted to be single. When I rolled over and just watched him sleep. When his kisses meant everything to me. When my heart beat faster when he was around, and nothing else mattered when as long as we were together.
We realized how much we loved eachother on that day I walked down the alter a little teary eyed, because I was about to marry this guy and he made me the happiest I could ever be. That's when I realized I loved you and you loved me.
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Friday, August 19, 2011
Pretty Misses
Tell me pretty misses why is your face twisted all up? Body posture all ridgit. Attitude all stank. Angry at the world thinking everyone's to blame.
Tell me pretty misses why do you yell and scream at your kids? It's not their fault their daddy left you like he did, shouldn't have poked holes in the condoms that night, thinking it would keep him around like he on prison grounds; trying to have that man sentenced to 18 years, but he just up and disappeared
Tell me pretty misses why do you use your body as a scratch off ticket, only takes $2.00 dollars for the next man to hit it, thinking he's going to be your meal ticket and then he leaves you just the same.
Tell me pretty misses whats really going on in your world. Your walking around in designer clothes and your hair did, but let me ask you this when was the last time you fed your kids? Or wiped their tears? Or gave me hug? When was the last time you showed them any type of love.
Tell me pretty misses when are you going to open your eyes to see when you had "them" it stopped being about "me, me, me."
Tell me pretty misses when are you going to realize you have got to stop making it so easy for these guys. Just as easy as they got it from you, they can just as easily forget all about you. I'm not saying that you are all to blame, but you must learn how to recognize game.
Tell me pretty misses, why do have tears streaming down your cheeks? Did I say something that has meaning? Did your brain suddenly swtich on and you grasped on to what you were doing was wrong?
I tell you pretty misses you need to lift yourself up high and grab hold of your self worth; you have a job to do on this earth. God created you for a purpose. I know you know what faith is, so take it, run with it and don't look back.
Tell me pretty misses as you wipe your tears and stand tall to face your fears, and take on a new look at life. Hold your head up high and walk steadily.
Pretty Misses said she was ready.
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Tell me pretty misses why do you yell and scream at your kids? It's not their fault their daddy left you like he did, shouldn't have poked holes in the condoms that night, thinking it would keep him around like he on prison grounds; trying to have that man sentenced to 18 years, but he just up and disappeared
Tell me pretty misses why do you use your body as a scratch off ticket, only takes $2.00 dollars for the next man to hit it, thinking he's going to be your meal ticket and then he leaves you just the same.
Tell me pretty misses whats really going on in your world. Your walking around in designer clothes and your hair did, but let me ask you this when was the last time you fed your kids? Or wiped their tears? Or gave me hug? When was the last time you showed them any type of love.
Tell me pretty misses when are you going to open your eyes to see when you had "them" it stopped being about "me, me, me."
Tell me pretty misses when are you going to realize you have got to stop making it so easy for these guys. Just as easy as they got it from you, they can just as easily forget all about you. I'm not saying that you are all to blame, but you must learn how to recognize game.
Tell me pretty misses, why do have tears streaming down your cheeks? Did I say something that has meaning? Did your brain suddenly swtich on and you grasped on to what you were doing was wrong?
I tell you pretty misses you need to lift yourself up high and grab hold of your self worth; you have a job to do on this earth. God created you for a purpose. I know you know what faith is, so take it, run with it and don't look back.
Tell me pretty misses as you wipe your tears and stand tall to face your fears, and take on a new look at life. Hold your head up high and walk steadily.
Pretty Misses said she was ready.
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No Other
NO other couple can compare to what we share, its true I have been down. I had my heart ripped out, rung dry, hung from a line, then tossed in a fire. I built walls so tall superman couldn't leap them in a single bound. I had my heart put behind bars, closed off in a vault with only a coode that I know, and wasnt' willing to share. Every male counterpart was just a friend, they never got to the stage of being my man. It was times I didn't know myself worth, I downed who I was as a person, not just a woman. I felt my mental was unstable; until I met you.
Didn't want to let you in, kept you in the friend zone for so long, you were determined to show me that I was wrong, not all men were dogs. As time went on and the time we spent together, you gently chiseled away the ice that covered my heart, every kiss you gave brought back warmth to my soul. With each conversation, you gained a digit to my code. When every you held me I felt like God had broke the mode.
Creating you really fro me and only me. We go far part the physical you connect to my mental and my spiritual. You remind me of what it's like to be a woman and encourage it unconditionally. With all the bad I may have been through; it doesn't compare to all the good you've shown me, all the love you've given me and all the genuine woreds you've showered me with. never wsould I have thought a person such as you could exsist. Let alone be intrigued, enlightened, engulfed, enchanted, involved, entranced, and totally in love with me. My soul soars when I'm with you, sings at the thought of being near you, and grows when I think of our future together whether its a day, a week, or a month ahead. I'm constantly thinking of you. I smile because you cross my mind and all the matters of the day seem to dissinagrate.
Yes I'm blessed to have a man such as you. Big heart, loving soul, intelligent too; a man of God as well. I know I say that I am lucky to have you, but every day you remind me that you're lucky to have me too. I don't want to drag this out longer than I have to, so I will end this with I thank the Lord for you.
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Didn't want to let you in, kept you in the friend zone for so long, you were determined to show me that I was wrong, not all men were dogs. As time went on and the time we spent together, you gently chiseled away the ice that covered my heart, every kiss you gave brought back warmth to my soul. With each conversation, you gained a digit to my code. When every you held me I felt like God had broke the mode.
Creating you really fro me and only me. We go far part the physical you connect to my mental and my spiritual. You remind me of what it's like to be a woman and encourage it unconditionally. With all the bad I may have been through; it doesn't compare to all the good you've shown me, all the love you've given me and all the genuine woreds you've showered me with. never wsould I have thought a person such as you could exsist. Let alone be intrigued, enlightened, engulfed, enchanted, involved, entranced, and totally in love with me. My soul soars when I'm with you, sings at the thought of being near you, and grows when I think of our future together whether its a day, a week, or a month ahead. I'm constantly thinking of you. I smile because you cross my mind and all the matters of the day seem to dissinagrate.
Yes I'm blessed to have a man such as you. Big heart, loving soul, intelligent too; a man of God as well. I know I say that I am lucky to have you, but every day you remind me that you're lucky to have me too. I don't want to drag this out longer than I have to, so I will end this with I thank the Lord for you.
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Thursday, August 18, 2011
Lost in a Kiss
Our eyes locked and I got lost in your gaze. Our hands touched and I forgot where I was. Our lips met and nothing else mattered. his kiss was like a maze; every time I tried to start a different journey, my destination was his lips again.
His tongue played and teased mine; so sweet to the taste, so intoxicating yet so refreshing. His kisses give me life yet take my breath away. When I close my eyes and we embrace, your scent takes over my sense; your hold captures my spirit, my body can't help but to gravitate towards your pull. I'm just a world in your universe.
Your lips I can't resist. When ever they tell me "hello" by pressing against mine own I become giddy and dizzy; simply drunk. A rollercoaster of emotion the ups and downs the simpliest signs of affection takes me through.
If I could never feel the feeling of your warm lips touching me, your strong arms surrounding me, your scent burning everlastingly in my brain. If I could never get lost in your kiss again; I'd be lost with out you.
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His tongue played and teased mine; so sweet to the taste, so intoxicating yet so refreshing. His kisses give me life yet take my breath away. When I close my eyes and we embrace, your scent takes over my sense; your hold captures my spirit, my body can't help but to gravitate towards your pull. I'm just a world in your universe.
Your lips I can't resist. When ever they tell me "hello" by pressing against mine own I become giddy and dizzy; simply drunk. A rollercoaster of emotion the ups and downs the simpliest signs of affection takes me through.
If I could never feel the feeling of your warm lips touching me, your strong arms surrounding me, your scent burning everlastingly in my brain. If I could never get lost in your kiss again; I'd be lost with out you.
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Monday, August 15, 2011
Quote Me Thirteen
Know who YOU are before you try and explain who YOU'RE NOT
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Quote Me Twelve
You can't expect everyone to know how your feeling if you don't tell them...
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Him/Her- The After
It's two months later and she is still in recovery. Her mother and father come to see her on a daily. His mother also visits. Leaving prayers up to heaven to bring her out her sleeping state. His mother also whispers to her forgiveness of what her son has done. Tears escape her eyes, not just for her but for him as well. His mother has prayed to GOD not to condemn her sons soul to hell. The families pray together to bring her out her somber, her sleeping state. How her parents wish they could talk to their daughter again. Have her laughter fill the room, instead of sitting in this hospital room filled with dreary and gloom.
Her father anxiety is at an all time high. His blood pressure is on the rise. He's helpless he can't get to the guy, who hurt his only daughter. His little girl. He's so grief stricking he wants to hurl. All he can do is sit by her bed side and listen to the monitor beeps indicating she is still alive. Her mother, although hurting as well, is trying to stay strong for the both of them. If she fell apart that would be it, her family would be like what family if all was to die of broken hearts and damaged souls. Death of child can take a parent through that toll. His mother should know. Endless nights, weeping eyes. Pillows drenched with tears. Headaches and hungry pains because eating is the last thing on their brain.
The doctor comes in to check her vitals. He listens to her heart. Still beating. He checks her pulse, still not strong enough. He writes down his findings on a pad and heads back out the room when the her mother stops him.
Mother: Well doctor how is my daughter?
Doctor: I'm sorry but nothing really has changed. Her pulse is still somewhat weak, her heart beats the same. That's all I can tell you ma'am. Now I must go and put what I know in the system.
And with that he walked back out the door. Her mother upset, because that was not the answer she was looking for. She returned to her daughters bedside and placed her hand in her's and sent a prayer for her once more. It was getting dark and visiting hours were over. Her mother and father hated to leave, but they both knew they needed to get them some sleep. They kissed her on her forehead and whispered "I love you baby. We'll be back to see you in the morning."
Nothing but the sounds of the equipment filled the room. Her chest rose and fell. The IV dripped into her veins. All of a sudden her eyes popped open and she sat up. She looked around dazed and confused she hoped off the hospital bed not understanding why she was there to begin with. She found her clothes and got dressed. Next you know she's back at her nest. She walked into her parents room. Kissed them both on the cheek. She felt like she hadn't seen them for weeks. She stood there staring at them with so much love in her heart she thought she would cry, but she didn't understand why. She left their bedroom and headed to her own. The thoughts of that night came flooding back.
She dropped to her knees as the scene replayed in her mind. The one she loved, and gave her all was sending her to meet her maker. She raised her hand and felt her head and felt the bullet that was still lodged in there. Tears streamed down her face and burned her eyes and stained her cheeks. She wrapped her arms around herself and noticed she didn't feel her heart beat. She ran screaming into her parents room trying to wake them, but they didn't stir. They didn't move. She tried to shake her dad awake and her hands went right through. Eyes big with fright, she couldn't comprehend the happens of this night.
She ran back out the front door, she couldn't remember opening next thing you know she was back at the hospital. She stopped dead in her tracks and looked before her and notice it was her body hooked up to the monitor. She cried again and more controllably and suddenly felt a hand on her shoulder; it was Him.
Her: How could you do this to me. I thought you loved me. Thats what you told me.
Him: I do love you, and always will. I wanted you to come with me so that we could have our love for enternity.
Her: You hurt me and my family.
Him: I am sorry, will you please forgive me. I realize what I tried to do was wrong. If I loved you I should have just let you go. You'll always have my love I just want you to know.
Her: I never stopped loving you and in my soul I probably always will. I forgive you for what you've done. I know you didn't want to be alone, but you have to remember I wasn't going to go. I loved you way to much just so you know.
He cried tears of joy and pain. Joy of that his love never stopping love him. Pain of what he had done to her.
Him: Its almost morning and there is one thing I would like you to do for me, because this will be the last time you see me.
Her: What is that? I'll do anything.
Him: In the morning, wake up for your family. Tell them you love them. And tell my mother that I love her and I am sorry. He went on to say more.
They embraced each other for the last time, they kissed their last kissed. She climbed back into her body and his shadow disappeared. It was morning and as routine her parents and his mother came and said a prayer. This time their prayers would be anwered. The doctor checked her vitals again and everything had drastically improved. Her heart beat was strong and steady, her pulse was flowing nicely. She moved slightly. Her parents we surprised and happy. They all hugged one another. She moved again. Her parents were estatic that their baby girl was finally home. They all cried tears of joy. Especially His mother. She couldn't wait to tell her that she was sorry for what her son had put her through, but before she even got a chance to get the words out
She said: don't worry Mrs. I've forgiven him. I already spoke to him you see. We had a long talk about what he did to me. I understand where he was coming from, about how his love for me was so strong because mine was just as much. He thought I would leave him, but I couldn't do no such. I got to hug him and kiss him once more. He said don't worry, his soul is at rest. He's sorry and he loves you forever more.
She turned to her parents and rested in their arms. Closing her eyes and slightly cried and whisper to her parents I love you and thought in her mind; I love him too.
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Her father anxiety is at an all time high. His blood pressure is on the rise. He's helpless he can't get to the guy, who hurt his only daughter. His little girl. He's so grief stricking he wants to hurl. All he can do is sit by her bed side and listen to the monitor beeps indicating she is still alive. Her mother, although hurting as well, is trying to stay strong for the both of them. If she fell apart that would be it, her family would be like what family if all was to die of broken hearts and damaged souls. Death of child can take a parent through that toll. His mother should know. Endless nights, weeping eyes. Pillows drenched with tears. Headaches and hungry pains because eating is the last thing on their brain.
The doctor comes in to check her vitals. He listens to her heart. Still beating. He checks her pulse, still not strong enough. He writes down his findings on a pad and heads back out the room when the her mother stops him.
Mother: Well doctor how is my daughter?
Doctor: I'm sorry but nothing really has changed. Her pulse is still somewhat weak, her heart beats the same. That's all I can tell you ma'am. Now I must go and put what I know in the system.
And with that he walked back out the door. Her mother upset, because that was not the answer she was looking for. She returned to her daughters bedside and placed her hand in her's and sent a prayer for her once more. It was getting dark and visiting hours were over. Her mother and father hated to leave, but they both knew they needed to get them some sleep. They kissed her on her forehead and whispered "I love you baby. We'll be back to see you in the morning."
Nothing but the sounds of the equipment filled the room. Her chest rose and fell. The IV dripped into her veins. All of a sudden her eyes popped open and she sat up. She looked around dazed and confused she hoped off the hospital bed not understanding why she was there to begin with. She found her clothes and got dressed. Next you know she's back at her nest. She walked into her parents room. Kissed them both on the cheek. She felt like she hadn't seen them for weeks. She stood there staring at them with so much love in her heart she thought she would cry, but she didn't understand why. She left their bedroom and headed to her own. The thoughts of that night came flooding back.
She dropped to her knees as the scene replayed in her mind. The one she loved, and gave her all was sending her to meet her maker. She raised her hand and felt her head and felt the bullet that was still lodged in there. Tears streamed down her face and burned her eyes and stained her cheeks. She wrapped her arms around herself and noticed she didn't feel her heart beat. She ran screaming into her parents room trying to wake them, but they didn't stir. They didn't move. She tried to shake her dad awake and her hands went right through. Eyes big with fright, she couldn't comprehend the happens of this night.
She ran back out the front door, she couldn't remember opening next thing you know she was back at the hospital. She stopped dead in her tracks and looked before her and notice it was her body hooked up to the monitor. She cried again and more controllably and suddenly felt a hand on her shoulder; it was Him.
Her: How could you do this to me. I thought you loved me. Thats what you told me.
Him: I do love you, and always will. I wanted you to come with me so that we could have our love for enternity.
Her: You hurt me and my family.
Him: I am sorry, will you please forgive me. I realize what I tried to do was wrong. If I loved you I should have just let you go. You'll always have my love I just want you to know.
Her: I never stopped loving you and in my soul I probably always will. I forgive you for what you've done. I know you didn't want to be alone, but you have to remember I wasn't going to go. I loved you way to much just so you know.
He cried tears of joy and pain. Joy of that his love never stopping love him. Pain of what he had done to her.
Him: Its almost morning and there is one thing I would like you to do for me, because this will be the last time you see me.
Her: What is that? I'll do anything.
Him: In the morning, wake up for your family. Tell them you love them. And tell my mother that I love her and I am sorry. He went on to say more.
They embraced each other for the last time, they kissed their last kissed. She climbed back into her body and his shadow disappeared. It was morning and as routine her parents and his mother came and said a prayer. This time their prayers would be anwered. The doctor checked her vitals again and everything had drastically improved. Her heart beat was strong and steady, her pulse was flowing nicely. She moved slightly. Her parents we surprised and happy. They all hugged one another. She moved again. Her parents were estatic that their baby girl was finally home. They all cried tears of joy. Especially His mother. She couldn't wait to tell her that she was sorry for what her son had put her through, but before she even got a chance to get the words out
She said: don't worry Mrs. I've forgiven him. I already spoke to him you see. We had a long talk about what he did to me. I understand where he was coming from, about how his love for me was so strong because mine was just as much. He thought I would leave him, but I couldn't do no such. I got to hug him and kiss him once more. He said don't worry, his soul is at rest. He's sorry and he loves you forever more.
She turned to her parents and rested in their arms. Closing her eyes and slightly cried and whisper to her parents I love you and thought in her mind; I love him too.
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Sunday, August 14, 2011
Situations
My head hangs low as the thoughts I have weigh it down. Stress keeps growing, invading my mind all around. Blood pressure rising and falling. Sleepless nights the tossing and turning, keeps my mind burning.
Different situations have my mind stirring. I try and look on the bright side of things, focus on my goals and dreams, but certain situations force them all down stream, making me so pissed off I want to scream, release some this stress because it's driving me insane.
Trying to keep my composure, but these thoughts keep flashing leaving lasting impressions. I blame this depression on this current recession. Or is it my fault that I thought I could live a little high life on my meager means?
Hey, I could only dream; and I did, but it spiraled into a nightmare, one I wish I could awaken from, but I'm stuck marching to the beat of my own lonely drum. I know I'm not in this parade alone.
With these thoughts is a lesson learned. The stress of it all has transformed me and conformed me to live a true reality, that I am not yet able to live the life that I seek out for me, at least not yet anyway. Some day soon I will have my way.
Hopefully these stressful situations go away. Leaving me to breathe easy.
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Different situations have my mind stirring. I try and look on the bright side of things, focus on my goals and dreams, but certain situations force them all down stream, making me so pissed off I want to scream, release some this stress because it's driving me insane.
Trying to keep my composure, but these thoughts keep flashing leaving lasting impressions. I blame this depression on this current recession. Or is it my fault that I thought I could live a little high life on my meager means?
Hey, I could only dream; and I did, but it spiraled into a nightmare, one I wish I could awaken from, but I'm stuck marching to the beat of my own lonely drum. I know I'm not in this parade alone.
With these thoughts is a lesson learned. The stress of it all has transformed me and conformed me to live a true reality, that I am not yet able to live the life that I seek out for me, at least not yet anyway. Some day soon I will have my way.
Hopefully these stressful situations go away. Leaving me to breathe easy.
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Demons
At times I just want to scream, yell, and shout. Run down the halls, beat down the walls, kick and cry with all these emotions I have inside. Bottled up and about to pop like a cork from a champagne bottle. Emotions running full throttle, on a rocket about to soar high and leave me floating in the darkness of the sky. I wish sometimes I could just stay there. Would anyone even care? Would they miss my existence? Remember my name?
Driving full speed trying to run from my demons, but it seems as they keep following me. Taunting me menacingly. Telling me that my being means nothing. That all my problems I am to blame, I should be shamed. They laugh, and point, and stare and keep daring me to go faster, drive like a wild childe and even though I listen to these demons; I'm still trying to run away. They follow me, closely as if they are sitting in the passenger seat, just looking at me.
Do I dare match their stare? Ignore the road I'm flying down. I'm up to 120 miles per hour now. Demons picking at me even more, saying you can't secape us, run all you want. The taunting I can't take anymore. The voice I can't ignore. Speed picked up to 160 miles per hour, seat belt is no unfastened. Brakes are hit abruptly and we all go flying. The funny thing is; I'm the one who's laughing.
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Driving full speed trying to run from my demons, but it seems as they keep following me. Taunting me menacingly. Telling me that my being means nothing. That all my problems I am to blame, I should be shamed. They laugh, and point, and stare and keep daring me to go faster, drive like a wild childe and even though I listen to these demons; I'm still trying to run away. They follow me, closely as if they are sitting in the passenger seat, just looking at me.
Do I dare match their stare? Ignore the road I'm flying down. I'm up to 120 miles per hour now. Demons picking at me even more, saying you can't secape us, run all you want. The taunting I can't take anymore. The voice I can't ignore. Speed picked up to 160 miles per hour, seat belt is no unfastened. Brakes are hit abruptly and we all go flying. The funny thing is; I'm the one who's laughing.
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Picture This
Picture this you and me slow dancing by candle light. Feeding you chocolate covered strawberries in whip crea, drinking champaign with are arms intertwined. You looking deep into my eyes and me getting lost in your gaze.
Picture this, white linen spread across the floor. Body paint is our toy of choice. Naked bodies and finger fun as we dip into the different colors and paint each other. Our bodies are each others canvas.
Picture this a bubble bath filled with rose petals, your favorite wine on ice, soft music floating in the air. Relaxation, forget all your cares let me slip behind you and massage your muscles, lay your head in my lap and close your eyes.
Picture this hot oils to rub you down. Sensual kisses all over your body. Arms wrapped around you, holding your tightly. Loving you in your entirely.
Picture this you on one knee saying "Will you marry me?" Me crying and accepting the ring. Me walking down the isle, my father giving me away. How I have waited for this day. Vows exchanged. The priest announces my new last name. We Kiss.
Picture this.
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Picture this, white linen spread across the floor. Body paint is our toy of choice. Naked bodies and finger fun as we dip into the different colors and paint each other. Our bodies are each others canvas.
Picture this a bubble bath filled with rose petals, your favorite wine on ice, soft music floating in the air. Relaxation, forget all your cares let me slip behind you and massage your muscles, lay your head in my lap and close your eyes.
Picture this hot oils to rub you down. Sensual kisses all over your body. Arms wrapped around you, holding your tightly. Loving you in your entirely.
Picture this you on one knee saying "Will you marry me?" Me crying and accepting the ring. Me walking down the isle, my father giving me away. How I have waited for this day. Vows exchanged. The priest announces my new last name. We Kiss.
Picture this.
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Tender Love
Tender Kisses, gentle touch, words expressing how I love you so much. Hold me close and fulfill my desires, take me higher shower me with love and extinguish my pain. Set my heart a blaze and show me what its like to love again. Help my soul soar to new heights above cloud nine, give me cloud infinity where I never want to come down. If this is a dream, I never want to wake up. This feeling is so much better than reality. He kisses me tenderly. He touches me gently. He holds me close. He fulfills my desires. He sets m soul on fire. He lights my heart ablaze. His words extinguish all pain of a broken heart when he speaks he stitches the wounds close. When he says I love you; my heart beats a new and I can release the words I love you too.
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Beat (confession)
It use to beat to its own rhythm and then you came along and now it sings a different song. It hums a melody when you get near so loud, but only I can hear. When you touch me it plays a tune to your finger as they roam my body. When you place your lips to mine, the ballad starts, the chorus follows, the lyrics sound, the beat continues and my heart sings the song of love.
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Saturday, August 13, 2011
It Goes on.
The saying goes "all that glitters, ain't gold" But when you entered the scene you broke the mold. It seemed like every word you said was a joke. I'm still waiting to laugh out loud at the clown that stands before me. I swear you need to quit your job, because the circus is your true calling.
They say that first impressions are everything. How true they are. First impressions go so far! I was tricked into giving you a second one. I thought maybe the second would override the first, but it was worse.
What you see is what you get. Why didn't I heed that warning, instead I just thought well hey, it can't be all bad could it. He might have something worth sticking around for. LOL I should have ran straight out the front door.
People said "don't let you imagination run away with you." I did that when you started speaking the words I thought I wanted to hear. I melted into you hands like ice cream on a hot summers day, just for you leave me in a messy puddle; alone.
Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice shame on me. I wouldn't let it be a third time hell it shouldn't have been a first, but the phrases you use, the words you spoke, the language of your tongue had me all mixed up in the head as well as the heart. You took lying to a new art.
What's done in the dark will come to the light. Isn't that the truth. It was like a thousand watt lightbulb shone on you and revealed everything that wasn't true. At first I was mad, hurt, and confused, but when you tried to clean it up, all I could do was laugh at you.
He who has the last laugh, laughs first. Funny thing is I don't see you laughing now.
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They say that first impressions are everything. How true they are. First impressions go so far! I was tricked into giving you a second one. I thought maybe the second would override the first, but it was worse.
What you see is what you get. Why didn't I heed that warning, instead I just thought well hey, it can't be all bad could it. He might have something worth sticking around for. LOL I should have ran straight out the front door.
People said "don't let you imagination run away with you." I did that when you started speaking the words I thought I wanted to hear. I melted into you hands like ice cream on a hot summers day, just for you leave me in a messy puddle; alone.
Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice shame on me. I wouldn't let it be a third time hell it shouldn't have been a first, but the phrases you use, the words you spoke, the language of your tongue had me all mixed up in the head as well as the heart. You took lying to a new art.
What's done in the dark will come to the light. Isn't that the truth. It was like a thousand watt lightbulb shone on you and revealed everything that wasn't true. At first I was mad, hurt, and confused, but when you tried to clean it up, all I could do was laugh at you.
He who has the last laugh, laughs first. Funny thing is I don't see you laughing now.
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Saturday, August 6, 2011
Quote Me Ten
All I need is a moment of your time to make an impression for a life time.
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I Confess 1
You hear that sound. You have to listen closely. Its my heart beating faster when you come near....
You see these arms...They are the arms that await your return.
And these lips...These lips are longing to touch yours.
To smell your scent....To inhale your essence....To love you...is all I need
#confession.com
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You see these arms...They are the arms that await your return.
And these lips...These lips are longing to touch yours.
To smell your scent....To inhale your essence....To love you...is all I need
#confession.com
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Quote Me Nine
Sex with everyone means nothing, but sex with THE ONE is everything
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Copyright 2011 © PrettyWomanPersonna
Could It Be
The possibilty of feeling every inch of your hard, throbbig, thickness got my juices flowing. To think that just for tonight I have you to myself so tell me baby, how can I have you? could it be from behind? Bend me over and speread my ass cheeks wied, smack it if you dare. Could it be with me on top? Watch me lower myself onto you slowly. Is that how you like it? Could it be my all time favorite and we do a 69? Let me taste yours while you taste mine; swallowing every drop. Damn that was good, but how about we 68 next time? I just want to taste taht dick again one time. From the head to he balls. Licking; mmmm. Slurping; yummm. Is that how you like it? Could it be?
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Quote Me Six
Love yourself first and foremost and the rest will follow.
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Quote Me Five
Evil speaks volumes. Gods Love is triple the devils noise. Who will you listen to?
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Again
Every time he smiles at me.
Every time he makes me laugh
Every time he can kiss my tears away
Every time he holds me and tells me "baby things will be okay." I fall in love all over again.
The holding hands and public kissing.
Holding close with his hands around my waist.
Placing tender kisses on my neck.
Not caring who sees that he's so into me. I fall in love all over again
Cudding on the couch while we have a movie night.
Or a massage by candle light.
Laying in eachothers arms, talking about anything that comes to mind.
Not evening thinking about the bump and grind. I fall in love all over again
Waking up to him from a great nights sleep.
Him kissing me on the lips and telling me now his day will be complete
Words like that just melts my heart. And I fall in love again.
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Every time he makes me laugh
Every time he can kiss my tears away
Every time he holds me and tells me "baby things will be okay." I fall in love all over again.
The holding hands and public kissing.
Holding close with his hands around my waist.
Placing tender kisses on my neck.
Not caring who sees that he's so into me. I fall in love all over again
Cudding on the couch while we have a movie night.
Or a massage by candle light.
Laying in eachothers arms, talking about anything that comes to mind.
Not evening thinking about the bump and grind. I fall in love all over again
Waking up to him from a great nights sleep.
Him kissing me on the lips and telling me now his day will be complete
Words like that just melts my heart. And I fall in love again.
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Dick Me Down
(D)igging in my from the back, smack it, bite it. I love it.
(I) can't help but to throw it back. Let it bounce off you baby.
(C)an you keep up with me? Don't tap out on me.
(K)eep the pussy cumming as you gunning for my stomach
(M)ake me yell our your name. I'm going to make you do the same
(E)very stroke you make gets me wetter
(D)damit the dick so good, got me bitting my lip and shit.
(O)ccassionally I look back at you, I love the fuck faces you have.
(W)iggling my ass against that dick as you smack it again; Oh shit.
(N)ow I can't hold bacck, I'm bout to cum, thick and creamy for you too. Got me breathing hard and sweating too..
That's the way to dick me down.
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(I) can't help but to throw it back. Let it bounce off you baby.
(C)an you keep up with me? Don't tap out on me.
(K)eep the pussy cumming as you gunning for my stomach
(M)ake me yell our your name. I'm going to make you do the same
(E)very stroke you make gets me wetter
(D)damit the dick so good, got me bitting my lip and shit.
(O)ccassionally I look back at you, I love the fuck faces you have.
(W)iggling my ass against that dick as you smack it again; Oh shit.
(N)ow I can't hold bacck, I'm bout to cum, thick and creamy for you too. Got me breathing hard and sweating too..
That's the way to dick me down.
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Tuesday, August 2, 2011
Him/Her Part II- Them
As they arrived at home, they drove in disbelief that a neighbor had called them and said that their home have become a crime scene. Everything seemed to be going in slow motion; from the stopping the car, to the voices that were spoken. What seemed like an eternity to get to the door was only seconds as the ran up the stairs to find their daughter and her boyfriend stiffly lying there.
Blood soaking to the floor, the smell of death filling the air. Her parents rushed to her body laying there. Pulling her close to them, they whispered in her ear.
Mom: Come on baby pull through, we need you here."
Dad: I know you can hear us calling for you to stay near." The faint beat of her heart was being felt as if their prayers were being answered.
Later that evening at the hospital.
Beep...Beep...Beep goes the monitor and in comes the doctor.
Doctor: She's going to make it the bullet went right through.
Mom: Thank you GOD for sparing our child. If I had lost her I would have went wild.
Dad: Yes Lord thank you again.
The parents sat endlessly by their daughters side, little did they knokw that next door was the g uy who committed the crime. The wails of sadness filled the halls. A mothers cry, her red eyes, and fist sore from beating the walls. Her son was gone and it was by her gun. The one she used for protection is the one that caused her sons demise; so it was her fault in her eyes.
The parents of her wanted to come out from next door, yell and scream and place the blame for having the bullent go through their daughters brain, but they heard and seen the womans pain and instead sent up a prayer in her son's name.
After sending up a prayer for her daughter, the mom's soul wouldn't rest, she had to know what ws the purpose of trying to lay her baby's soul to rest. With caution both parents approached the grief stricken mother with the question, "WHY?" She looked up at them with blood shot eyes and then began to apologize. She reached in her purse and pulled out a blood spotted letter.
The father and mother took it, read it , adn began to cry; and this is why:
HIM: I loved her from day one. Our souls connected I knew she was the one. Her smile would brighten my day. Her touch took my cares away, but all of a sudden the feelings she had for me began to change. I could feel it in her touch and the thought of losing her was too much. So I came in your home tonight and made it clear that no one could have her, if I couldn't have her here.
I do apologize for this but, if I couldn't have her in this life, she'll be mine in the after life.
Sincerely
HIM.
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Blood soaking to the floor, the smell of death filling the air. Her parents rushed to her body laying there. Pulling her close to them, they whispered in her ear.
Mom: Come on baby pull through, we need you here."
Dad: I know you can hear us calling for you to stay near." The faint beat of her heart was being felt as if their prayers were being answered.
Later that evening at the hospital.
Beep...Beep...Beep goes the monitor and in comes the doctor.
Doctor: She's going to make it the bullet went right through.
Mom: Thank you GOD for sparing our child. If I had lost her I would have went wild.
Dad: Yes Lord thank you again.
The parents sat endlessly by their daughters side, little did they knokw that next door was the g uy who committed the crime. The wails of sadness filled the halls. A mothers cry, her red eyes, and fist sore from beating the walls. Her son was gone and it was by her gun. The one she used for protection is the one that caused her sons demise; so it was her fault in her eyes.
The parents of her wanted to come out from next door, yell and scream and place the blame for having the bullent go through their daughters brain, but they heard and seen the womans pain and instead sent up a prayer in her son's name.
After sending up a prayer for her daughter, the mom's soul wouldn't rest, she had to know what ws the purpose of trying to lay her baby's soul to rest. With caution both parents approached the grief stricken mother with the question, "WHY?" She looked up at them with blood shot eyes and then began to apologize. She reached in her purse and pulled out a blood spotted letter.
The father and mother took it, read it , adn began to cry; and this is why:
HIM: I loved her from day one. Our souls connected I knew she was the one. Her smile would brighten my day. Her touch took my cares away, but all of a sudden the feelings she had for me began to change. I could feel it in her touch and the thought of losing her was too much. So I came in your home tonight and made it clear that no one could have her, if I couldn't have her here.
I do apologize for this but, if I couldn't have her in this life, she'll be mine in the after life.
Sincerely
HIM.
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