I can dream and lust, and sometimes feed that lust with fantasies of you naked and writhing under my touch. I can also cherish my memories of the days I shared with you. I take out those memories at odd times and fondle them lovingly. As is the way of such things, thoughts of what was become mixed with dreams of what might have been, and I lose myself in them. When I come back to the present I find myself smiling and pleasantly aroused.
I remember your hands - gentle, petite and beautifully shaped - and the shape of your mouth when it forms that mysterious slight smile that I think of as your trademark. I had to find a way to kiss you. I would never have forgiven myself if I did not, even for just an instant. My mouth closed over both of your lips, and I was about to explode from passion. All my being was focused on your body pressing lightly against mine, my lips gently tugging at your upper lip as I kissed you.
How long did that kiss last? Did you kiss me back? I don't know; you didn't push me away. Did the light caress of your hands on my back mean you wanted me also? Did I feel your fingertips trace a pattern down my back, signalling active enjoyment and participation? Did I feel your tongue touch mine for one electric moment, kissing me back? Did I hear you surrender to the moment by answering my moan with your own softer, gentler, sexy sound? I don't know, because I had no thoughts, just intense feelings.
And then the moment was over. You broke off the kiss and touched my cheek softly with the palm of your hand. That indefinable, but unforgettable slight smile was once again on your face.
It wasn't just your appearance though; you have such a lovely, graceful way about you. You seduce with your eyes, and that slight smile; the things you say and the way you say them; your mannerisms. Do you realize you flirt with your hands? While having a conversation, there will be a touch on my elbow, a hand on my knee.
Yes, I was in love with you. Didn't you know it? Couldn't you see it? Flirting is one thing, my darling, but we talked about sex, and shared intimate details. I welcomed the opportunity to be playful with you, never losing my head or my balance. But oh, the feelings inside me - I don't know how to describe them. I'll just say 'intense, terrifying and terrific', all at once.
One time I had been lying on the bed .... I was so near that I could see your heart beating underneath your thin sweater. Your chest moved, and I could clearly see the outline of your breasts. I stared, yes, and imagined reaching out to cup them in my hands. I imagined pushing my hands underneath your sweater and loosening your bra. I had imagined this so many times before, and that night I wished for it again, but with extra urgency.
Seeing your eyes was like seeing a glimpse of paradise. Being so close that I could smell you mixed with your fragrance. Hearing you laugh heartily at one of my jokes was like heaven. What would you be like in bed? Your passion, plus your mischievousness and adventurousness makes me think making love with you would be incredible. Are you vocal? I think you would be. I imagined your voice begging me to fuck you harder, panting out my name as I made you come, proclaiming breathlessly how sexy I make you feel.
Then again, you are so intense and sensitive, I'm sure you know how to make love for hours, by touch and kisses only. How many men have you been with, I wonder? More than ten? It must be. Twenty? Does that make you seem promiscuous? No - just full of passion and life.
These memories have a way of becoming mixed up with the fantasies in my head. I have no trouble telling them apart, but I love to stir them together anyway. Eventually I drift off to sleep................
Sunday, August 19, 2012
LOVE LETTER
I try to read your emotions by looking into your eyes, and at the shape of your oh-so expressive lips, but cannot. You're just inches away now. We're clutching each other, your hand on my wrist, my other hand now covering yours."I want you...," I whisper, and pull you closer. Then, all at once, you choose. You lower yourself, and mould your body against mine. I am trembling, my emotions and senses in overdrive. That which I had not dared to dream was happening; I am lost in the moment, feeling your beautiful softness pressed against me. I am between wanting to take a breath, which I know will be more like a gasp, and never breathing again, because I want to freeze this moment for eternity. My mind won't work, but my hands do, as my fingers explore the soft curves of your heated flesh. I'm touching your nipples, and doing so is making me drip with wetness for you.
I kiss a path along your collarbone and onto your neck again until I find a magic spot just under your ear. I lick that spot, and moan along with you at how wonderful your hardened nipples feel in my palms. I don't stop kissing. I can't stop kissing. God, you taste so good! You smell like heaven mixed with ecstasy.
My desire becomes urgent. I promise myself, later there will be countless kisses until your lips are pink with intense passion. I will show and tell you how much I love you, but right now I need to taste your wetness and your heat. I need to know that I caused those things, and that you want me too.
You lie on your side next to me allowing me to place my hands on your hips and press you onto your back. I kneel, and after moving between your legs, reach to the waistband of your running shorts, pulling them down and off. You stop moving, except to raise your bottom and make it easier for me to remove them.
Now you are naked, and I devour you with my eyes. Things are moving fast, and I've lost track in the jumble of impressions, lust and intense emotions. It takes all the self-discipline I possess not to push my fingers right inside of you and fuck you hard. I want to own you and show you that you are mine.
But you are not, of course. This is a gift, and I must treasure it. For a moment I hesitate, kneeling between your knees. Not for long! I slide my hands up your body again to find your breasts, savouring your warm skin, caressing your smoothness. Whose sighs and soft gasps are those - mine or yours? How wonderful that I don't know. All I know is that I have you where I want you, naked on my bed, with me between your thighs, and my hands on your breasts. This is the moment I have dreamed of for so long. I swallow hard, and lust is in control.
Almost in control - a whisper of doubt enters my mind. What if I disappoint you? What if you get scared and want me to stop, and I cannot?
I shake those thoughts away, and removing my hands from your breasts, slide them down to gently stroke your inner thighs. I gaze down upon you, breathless again at your perfect beauty. I reach lower, pushing your knees a little further apart. I am right there, poised between your thighs. I bow down before my Goddess and worship her. I will taste her, and give her pleasure, and show her the way back to the heaven from which she must have come.
There is one last fleeting moment of insecurity as I reach forward and lightly trace your delicate pink sex with my fingertips. But all doubts disappear when I feel the ample moisture, and you arch your back, urging me on.
Hmmm, greedy girl," I think happily, smiling. I lower my mouth. As I am about to part my lips and experience my first taste of you, I feel your hands on the back of my head, gently yet insistently urging me forward. You want me to lick you, to place my mouth on you . . .
As my lips make contact I tilt my head so I can look up into your eyes. They are shimmering in the growing light of dawn as our intermingled sighs and moans fill the room. My tongue pushes into you, lapping the moisture that has already escaped, thrilled to cause even more to flow. You groan when the tip of my tongue finds your clit.
"That's it, don't stop," you say, your voice husky, your fingers playing in my hair. You gasp when I slide my fingers deep inside you, and clamp my mouth firmly over your clit. Hungrily I devour you, my fingers playing inside, moving easily because you are so wet.
You writhe and moan in response to every move I make. You are getting close, and I take your hand in my free hand, entwining our fingers as you search for release, your need urgent now, as urgent as my eagerness to satisfy that release. And then you have it, and I have given it to you. Both our hungers have been fed. Bliss...
I leave my fingers inside of you, and move my body alongside your's until we are face to face. We snuggle close, inflamed passions fed as we begin to absorb what just happened. Your hair is damp from our efforts, and clings to your face. My face is slippery with your moisture. The mixed scent of our combined lust and sweat fills the air. The best perfume in the world.
"You are incredible," I whisper, kissing your face. You respond with that enigmatic slight smile that always makes my heart skip a beat, "I want you to take your fingers out." You say, grinning mischievously. As I remove my fingers from your warm wetness you reach for my hand, bringing it to your mouth to taste... as your creamy legs entwine with mine. I wrap my arms around you and pull you tighter to me.
"Let me" you say, offering to return the pleasure. Yes, I want you to touch me as I touched you, and can see that you want to, but oddly now, I'm not sure I want it. It feels like the gift you have given me is enough. You have given me a taste of heaven, and I am content. You will let me have a taste of heaven, and I will be content. I love you even more for your wisdom and generosity.
I became aware of the world around me again. I was sitting alone in bed - my bed, in my home, There was a smile on my face, I sighed, and thought about some of the things we really did during my visit. Alas, they had not included making love to you - but I can dream.
So these are my memories and my fantasies – my letter to you. My dreams of your hands cupping my face as you kiss my neck is as real as my need for you and the empty ache between my legs and in my heart. Memories, dreams and fantasies. Your gift to me.
I kiss a path along your collarbone and onto your neck again until I find a magic spot just under your ear. I lick that spot, and moan along with you at how wonderful your hardened nipples feel in my palms. I don't stop kissing. I can't stop kissing. God, you taste so good! You smell like heaven mixed with ecstasy.
My desire becomes urgent. I promise myself, later there will be countless kisses until your lips are pink with intense passion. I will show and tell you how much I love you, but right now I need to taste your wetness and your heat. I need to know that I caused those things, and that you want me too.
You lie on your side next to me allowing me to place my hands on your hips and press you onto your back. I kneel, and after moving between your legs, reach to the waistband of your running shorts, pulling them down and off. You stop moving, except to raise your bottom and make it easier for me to remove them.
Now you are naked, and I devour you with my eyes. Things are moving fast, and I've lost track in the jumble of impressions, lust and intense emotions. It takes all the self-discipline I possess not to push my fingers right inside of you and fuck you hard. I want to own you and show you that you are mine.
But you are not, of course. This is a gift, and I must treasure it. For a moment I hesitate, kneeling between your knees. Not for long! I slide my hands up your body again to find your breasts, savouring your warm skin, caressing your smoothness. Whose sighs and soft gasps are those - mine or yours? How wonderful that I don't know. All I know is that I have you where I want you, naked on my bed, with me between your thighs, and my hands on your breasts. This is the moment I have dreamed of for so long. I swallow hard, and lust is in control.
Almost in control - a whisper of doubt enters my mind. What if I disappoint you? What if you get scared and want me to stop, and I cannot?
I shake those thoughts away, and removing my hands from your breasts, slide them down to gently stroke your inner thighs. I gaze down upon you, breathless again at your perfect beauty. I reach lower, pushing your knees a little further apart. I am right there, poised between your thighs. I bow down before my Goddess and worship her. I will taste her, and give her pleasure, and show her the way back to the heaven from which she must have come.
There is one last fleeting moment of insecurity as I reach forward and lightly trace your delicate pink sex with my fingertips. But all doubts disappear when I feel the ample moisture, and you arch your back, urging me on.
Hmmm, greedy girl," I think happily, smiling. I lower my mouth. As I am about to part my lips and experience my first taste of you, I feel your hands on the back of my head, gently yet insistently urging me forward. You want me to lick you, to place my mouth on you . . .
As my lips make contact I tilt my head so I can look up into your eyes. They are shimmering in the growing light of dawn as our intermingled sighs and moans fill the room. My tongue pushes into you, lapping the moisture that has already escaped, thrilled to cause even more to flow. You groan when the tip of my tongue finds your clit.
"That's it, don't stop," you say, your voice husky, your fingers playing in my hair. You gasp when I slide my fingers deep inside you, and clamp my mouth firmly over your clit. Hungrily I devour you, my fingers playing inside, moving easily because you are so wet.
You writhe and moan in response to every move I make. You are getting close, and I take your hand in my free hand, entwining our fingers as you search for release, your need urgent now, as urgent as my eagerness to satisfy that release. And then you have it, and I have given it to you. Both our hungers have been fed. Bliss...
I leave my fingers inside of you, and move my body alongside your's until we are face to face. We snuggle close, inflamed passions fed as we begin to absorb what just happened. Your hair is damp from our efforts, and clings to your face. My face is slippery with your moisture. The mixed scent of our combined lust and sweat fills the air. The best perfume in the world.
"You are incredible," I whisper, kissing your face. You respond with that enigmatic slight smile that always makes my heart skip a beat, "I want you to take your fingers out." You say, grinning mischievously. As I remove my fingers from your warm wetness you reach for my hand, bringing it to your mouth to taste... as your creamy legs entwine with mine. I wrap my arms around you and pull you tighter to me.
"Let me" you say, offering to return the pleasure. Yes, I want you to touch me as I touched you, and can see that you want to, but oddly now, I'm not sure I want it. It feels like the gift you have given me is enough. You have given me a taste of heaven, and I am content. You will let me have a taste of heaven, and I will be content. I love you even more for your wisdom and generosity.
I became aware of the world around me again. I was sitting alone in bed - my bed, in my home, There was a smile on my face, I sighed, and thought about some of the things we really did during my visit. Alas, they had not included making love to you - but I can dream.
So these are my memories and my fantasies – my letter to you. My dreams of your hands cupping my face as you kiss my neck is as real as my need for you and the empty ache between my legs and in my heart. Memories, dreams and fantasies. Your gift to me.
STORY: HIS
You stare into his eyes as he smiles back at you. His eyes twinkle with mischievousness as he lowers himself to kneel in front of you. You continue to stare into his eyes as you watch him kneeling there in front of you. Only his head and chest is visible above the bed. You feel his hands more than see them as they run lightly up your legs. His hands first touch your ankles, on the outside. Then he slides them forward and around to your inner ankles. His eyes never leaving your eyes. You hear him telling you how excited he is just by touching your skin. Even the feel of your ankles has him swelling in his pants.
The feel of his hands turns into the feel of his fingers. They glide up along your skin. His fingers move up from your inner ankles to your knees. You glance down, his fingers visible now. You watch his fingers slide onto your knees. Then you see his hands cupping them. They stop moving and you look up again to catch his eyes. Your eyes then slide down to his lips as he begins to tell you what he is about to do. You watch the way they move, almost as sensual as his voice. You want to kiss them. You hear him tell you that he will kiss you. He will kiss his way up your legs and taste you. You watch his lips lean forward and kiss your left knee besides his fingers. He pulls back and tells you he is fully excited. And that was just from touching your legs. He explains to you that it is almost painful because of how excited he is now from just feeling your skin against his lips. He would love to take you, to feel you hold his excitement in you. But his thirst and hunger to taste you is more overpowering.
Your eyes move up to his eyes once more, you feel the slight trembling of your own excitement as his fingers start to guide your bended knees apart. You feel the softness of the bed under your legs sliding as he guides you in exposing yourself. You glance down as you lift yourself onto your elbows. Your mouth opens as you feel his lips on your leg. Your eyes quickly move up from your panties and see his lips touching your leg. The feel of his lips and warm breath right above the bend of your knee and on the inside of your leg sends a quick and real shiver up your body. You watch his lips lift, then come down ever so slightly up from where he last was. His lips touch lightly, but the sensual shock of the touch rumbles through you. His fingers slide from your knees onto the bed as he adjusts his position. His lips move further up, kissing still. His every kiss is different and more sensual. You look up from his lips and see him looking back at you. His eyes lock onto yours as his lips move further up, now near the middle - your inner thigh. He lips part slightly as he kisses further along. More and more his kisses change from light feathery kisses to light sucking kisses. You feel yourself moving slightly, your body responding to the change. You close your mouth, realizing now that you had opened it. As his lips reach your upper inner thigh, your eyes are drawn to his lips once more. He waits a mere second and you see his tongue tip emerge from his lips. You watch, transfixed as his tongue tip slides along your upper inner thigh. Just one stroke but you hear yourself gasp as his tongue tip glides lightly from down to up along your skin. Then you watch as his tongue pulls away. He leans back lightly, back to his kneeling position between your legs. You tremble slightly, your body remembering the touch of his lips and the stroke of his tongue. You look back at him, his eyes. You hear him ask you if that excited you. You are not sure if you answered him as his head already was leaning forward once more. This time you watch as he lowers his head down to your right leg.
Again, his lips tease your skin. Moving slowly, kissing gently. During each kiss, you watch him looking up into your face.
You lock with his eyes now and again but for the most part, you watch his lips. The feathery touches of his lips send waves of pleasure up through your body with every touch. The way his lips turn to gentle sucking as they reach your inner thigh.
You are not sure but you believe you heard him moan as your leg grazes his excitement as he positioned himself further along your leg. You watch once more as your body shivers at the touch of his tongue tip gliding lightly across your inner thigh.
This time he doesn't stop. His tongue tip slides up, stroking upwards. It was as if someone wrote a straight light up your thigh with some wet teasing finger. Then he moves further up, like with his kisses, just a little further up. You feel his hands sliding under your knees. As his tongue moves further up your upper inner thighs, you feel your legs being lifted and spread even more. You don't spare a glance at his hands as you watch the movements of his tongue. You see him slide, flicking up making that small line up along your skin. Then move up and again making that small line. As your legs are completely spread and being held up, his tongue would continue the stroke back down. The tip sliding up, then instead of lifting away, it would slide back down. He strokes and teases your upper inner thigh with his tongue tip making wet sensual zig zags, like the letter 'M".
You watch as his tongue approaches that bridge between your leg and panties. You see yourself moving, again not realizing that you had been moving. His tongue sends a tingle along your skin. His tongue slides back into his mouth as his tongue touches the beginning of that bridge. He looks up at you. As your eyes lock once more with his, he lowers his slightly parted lips onto that bridge. It was a strange feeling at first but it felt nice. His mouth kissed then gently sucked on the skin there. Then he would move further along, closer and closer to your panty covered pussy.
You see yourself move in the form of his head moving slightly with you. His lips still locked against that bridge. His lips stopped halfway across. As his eyes continue to stare into your eyes, his lips open wider to take more of your skin into his mouth. His soft lips press and massage against that bridge between your leg and pussy. Gently, he began to suck. Slowly, he matches your movements. Every hip movement sliding forward, his mouth would suck against you. Every hip movement back, he would release but never pull away. Slowly and slowly the feeling of his sucking lips ran along the bridge. It felt almost as if he was sucking you. Your body moved and his lips moved with you. His mouth pulling against you as your body pushes against him.
You found yourself almost thrusting against him even though his lips wasn't against your pussy. Then you shivered at the unexpected feeling of his tongue tip stroking you with every sucking motion. His tongue tip only slides, and flicks up your skin within his mouth. You shiver harder.
You hear yourself gasp and moan to him. You tell him you want to feel his mouth against you. You want him to be sucking you.
His eyes still on you as he continues to tease you that way. You see the bed shaking as your body shakes against his teasing mouth. You gasp as he stops.
His tongue slides out, and gently runs the tip of his tongue across the rest of that bridge. You look down and watch as the tip of his tongue moves off your skin and onto your panties. You gas as he circles the tongue tip along your panties, you feel the touch of him against your pussy through the material. His tongue moves slowly. He swirls his tongue in slow circles up along your pussy lips. Then as he reaches the top, he moves down again. You find yourself pushing up against him to feel more of his tongue. Your fingers grip your leg below your knees and try to spread you further. You feel his tongue press against your pussy as he then starts to stroke up. Circling left then right and up, he moves his tongue against your pussy.
You moan as you push yourself against his tongue. His tongue feels so good against you but you want to feel it in you. Your body shakes as he teases you further by moving up then twirling around your clit and moving away before you could grind yourself against him. Up and down his tongue slowly moves. Your body moves with him but your mind is screaming for release.
You feel him release your left leg and you find your leg lean back up towards his head.
His hand finds your left hand and guides your hand to your knee. He once again guides your left knee apart. Then he holds your hand there as his tongue continues to slide along you. Slowly up then around your clit. Slowly back down moving in slow lazy circles from left to right. All the way to the bottom. You then feel him do the same with your right leg.
Realizing once more you had closed your eyes, you look down. You see him still looking up at you as his wonderful tongue continues to tease you. Sliding in slow circles from left to right, up along your pussy. Then as he reaches the top, his tongue slowly circles around your clit then back down. You spare a glance down at your panties and see that they're wet. The wetness is a combination of your excitement, his tongue and mouth. You feel his hands on your inner thighs. You look back up into his eyes. You hear and feel him moan against your pussy as his fingers start to move down your leg. His hands rest against the bridges between your legs and pussy. You watch as one hand slides down and the other moves up just as his tongue reaches the center of your panties. You watch his tongue lift from your panties as the hand moving up hooks the thumb under your panties. You watch as his hand moves in the opposite direction as he guides the panties away exposing your pussy completely. It was then that you felt the other hand - more like his other fingers. The tips of his fingers touch your pussy lips. You glance down but you cannot see his fingers as his tongue is moving forward to touch your pussy. You feel them both.
His fingers and his tongue. The tip slips slightly between your pussy lips as his fingers do the same. You see your hips move forward and his fingers move deeper. You gasp as he continues to slide his fingers into you. His tongue slides up and your body grinds forward again. Again his fingers move further into you. His tongue tip touches your clit. Your eyes close and your head tilts back as his tongue slides slowly over your clit, and then back down. His fingers reach fully into you. He holds his fingers in you as his tongue starts to slowly stroke your clit. Up across the top of your clit, pressing slightly then back down again. You concentrate on his moving tongue as he moves slowly, up and down with his tongue.
His fingers start to move. Out then in. Slowly like his tongue moving up and down over your clit.
In and out, his fingers slide slowly in time with his tongue. Up and over your clit, stroking you and teasing you.
You move faster. You can feel it building. It is a soft wave rolling with your body. It moves with every stroke of his tongue up and down your clit.
His fingers slides faster as your hands release your legs and reach down to grab his hair. You push his head as your body grinds against him. He moans against you and you feel it vibrate down his tongue against your clit. You gasp again as his fingers thrust faster in and out of you. His tongue sliding faster and faster. Your head pushes against the bed as your body stiffens slightly as you push faster and faster against him.
You find yourself stroking your clit with his tongue. His stroking tongue did not move fast enough as your body ached for the faster feeling. You open your eyes and look down between your legs. You see him still looking up at you as you see your body moving. It was a sensual motion, your body sliding up and down as his tongue flicks across your clit. His fingers sliding and pushing between you. You squeeze his fingers with your pussy as his tongue strokes you. Your body shakes now; you can't stop looking into his eyes as he tries to flick faster. His lips touch your pussy now and again. You definitely hear your voice - you are moaning. You see your hands gripping his head by his hair pushing him against you. Your hips grinding up as your body thrusts forward and back with the movement of his fingers.
You feel it. You want to close your eyes but he continues to lock your eyes. You hear yourself curse and tell him you're about to cum. You feel him moan and stroke his tongue faster and harder against your clit. You moan again and thrust harder.
Your body convulses as you feel yourself opening up to the release. You scream, or you think you are screaming. A haze of pleasure and release falls before your eyes as you thrust up and hold yourself against his tongue. Your hands pushing his head against you as that first wave pushes out of your through your pussy.
With every wave, you thrust against his mouth. As you slow down, you find your eyes slowly closing.
After you've completely spent your pleasure into the last few thrusts, your fingers release his hair. Your arms fall limply to your side as your head lowers onto the bed. Your hips slide down as his tongue slides away from your clit. As your legs slide slowly back down onto the bed, his fingers slide out of you.
You are not sure how long you rested but as you open your eyes, you see him looking back at you. His chin on his arm. He asks if you're ready for another.
The feel of his hands turns into the feel of his fingers. They glide up along your skin. His fingers move up from your inner ankles to your knees. You glance down, his fingers visible now. You watch his fingers slide onto your knees. Then you see his hands cupping them. They stop moving and you look up again to catch his eyes. Your eyes then slide down to his lips as he begins to tell you what he is about to do. You watch the way they move, almost as sensual as his voice. You want to kiss them. You hear him tell you that he will kiss you. He will kiss his way up your legs and taste you. You watch his lips lean forward and kiss your left knee besides his fingers. He pulls back and tells you he is fully excited. And that was just from touching your legs. He explains to you that it is almost painful because of how excited he is now from just feeling your skin against his lips. He would love to take you, to feel you hold his excitement in you. But his thirst and hunger to taste you is more overpowering.
Your eyes move up to his eyes once more, you feel the slight trembling of your own excitement as his fingers start to guide your bended knees apart. You feel the softness of the bed under your legs sliding as he guides you in exposing yourself. You glance down as you lift yourself onto your elbows. Your mouth opens as you feel his lips on your leg. Your eyes quickly move up from your panties and see his lips touching your leg. The feel of his lips and warm breath right above the bend of your knee and on the inside of your leg sends a quick and real shiver up your body. You watch his lips lift, then come down ever so slightly up from where he last was. His lips touch lightly, but the sensual shock of the touch rumbles through you. His fingers slide from your knees onto the bed as he adjusts his position. His lips move further up, kissing still. His every kiss is different and more sensual. You look up from his lips and see him looking back at you. His eyes lock onto yours as his lips move further up, now near the middle - your inner thigh. He lips part slightly as he kisses further along. More and more his kisses change from light feathery kisses to light sucking kisses. You feel yourself moving slightly, your body responding to the change. You close your mouth, realizing now that you had opened it. As his lips reach your upper inner thigh, your eyes are drawn to his lips once more. He waits a mere second and you see his tongue tip emerge from his lips. You watch, transfixed as his tongue tip slides along your upper inner thigh. Just one stroke but you hear yourself gasp as his tongue tip glides lightly from down to up along your skin. Then you watch as his tongue pulls away. He leans back lightly, back to his kneeling position between your legs. You tremble slightly, your body remembering the touch of his lips and the stroke of his tongue. You look back at him, his eyes. You hear him ask you if that excited you. You are not sure if you answered him as his head already was leaning forward once more. This time you watch as he lowers his head down to your right leg.
Again, his lips tease your skin. Moving slowly, kissing gently. During each kiss, you watch him looking up into your face.
You lock with his eyes now and again but for the most part, you watch his lips. The feathery touches of his lips send waves of pleasure up through your body with every touch. The way his lips turn to gentle sucking as they reach your inner thigh.
You are not sure but you believe you heard him moan as your leg grazes his excitement as he positioned himself further along your leg. You watch once more as your body shivers at the touch of his tongue tip gliding lightly across your inner thigh.
This time he doesn't stop. His tongue tip slides up, stroking upwards. It was as if someone wrote a straight light up your thigh with some wet teasing finger. Then he moves further up, like with his kisses, just a little further up. You feel his hands sliding under your knees. As his tongue moves further up your upper inner thighs, you feel your legs being lifted and spread even more. You don't spare a glance at his hands as you watch the movements of his tongue. You see him slide, flicking up making that small line up along your skin. Then move up and again making that small line. As your legs are completely spread and being held up, his tongue would continue the stroke back down. The tip sliding up, then instead of lifting away, it would slide back down. He strokes and teases your upper inner thigh with his tongue tip making wet sensual zig zags, like the letter 'M".
You watch as his tongue approaches that bridge between your leg and panties. You see yourself moving, again not realizing that you had been moving. His tongue sends a tingle along your skin. His tongue slides back into his mouth as his tongue touches the beginning of that bridge. He looks up at you. As your eyes lock once more with his, he lowers his slightly parted lips onto that bridge. It was a strange feeling at first but it felt nice. His mouth kissed then gently sucked on the skin there. Then he would move further along, closer and closer to your panty covered pussy.
You see yourself move in the form of his head moving slightly with you. His lips still locked against that bridge. His lips stopped halfway across. As his eyes continue to stare into your eyes, his lips open wider to take more of your skin into his mouth. His soft lips press and massage against that bridge between your leg and pussy. Gently, he began to suck. Slowly, he matches your movements. Every hip movement sliding forward, his mouth would suck against you. Every hip movement back, he would release but never pull away. Slowly and slowly the feeling of his sucking lips ran along the bridge. It felt almost as if he was sucking you. Your body moved and his lips moved with you. His mouth pulling against you as your body pushes against him.
You found yourself almost thrusting against him even though his lips wasn't against your pussy. Then you shivered at the unexpected feeling of his tongue tip stroking you with every sucking motion. His tongue tip only slides, and flicks up your skin within his mouth. You shiver harder.
You hear yourself gasp and moan to him. You tell him you want to feel his mouth against you. You want him to be sucking you.
His eyes still on you as he continues to tease you that way. You see the bed shaking as your body shakes against his teasing mouth. You gasp as he stops.
His tongue slides out, and gently runs the tip of his tongue across the rest of that bridge. You look down and watch as the tip of his tongue moves off your skin and onto your panties. You gas as he circles the tongue tip along your panties, you feel the touch of him against your pussy through the material. His tongue moves slowly. He swirls his tongue in slow circles up along your pussy lips. Then as he reaches the top, he moves down again. You find yourself pushing up against him to feel more of his tongue. Your fingers grip your leg below your knees and try to spread you further. You feel his tongue press against your pussy as he then starts to stroke up. Circling left then right and up, he moves his tongue against your pussy.
You moan as you push yourself against his tongue. His tongue feels so good against you but you want to feel it in you. Your body shakes as he teases you further by moving up then twirling around your clit and moving away before you could grind yourself against him. Up and down his tongue slowly moves. Your body moves with him but your mind is screaming for release.
You feel him release your left leg and you find your leg lean back up towards his head.
His hand finds your left hand and guides your hand to your knee. He once again guides your left knee apart. Then he holds your hand there as his tongue continues to slide along you. Slowly up then around your clit. Slowly back down moving in slow lazy circles from left to right. All the way to the bottom. You then feel him do the same with your right leg.
Realizing once more you had closed your eyes, you look down. You see him still looking up at you as his wonderful tongue continues to tease you. Sliding in slow circles from left to right, up along your pussy. Then as he reaches the top, his tongue slowly circles around your clit then back down. You spare a glance down at your panties and see that they're wet. The wetness is a combination of your excitement, his tongue and mouth. You feel his hands on your inner thighs. You look back up into his eyes. You hear and feel him moan against your pussy as his fingers start to move down your leg. His hands rest against the bridges between your legs and pussy. You watch as one hand slides down and the other moves up just as his tongue reaches the center of your panties. You watch his tongue lift from your panties as the hand moving up hooks the thumb under your panties. You watch as his hand moves in the opposite direction as he guides the panties away exposing your pussy completely. It was then that you felt the other hand - more like his other fingers. The tips of his fingers touch your pussy lips. You glance down but you cannot see his fingers as his tongue is moving forward to touch your pussy. You feel them both.
His fingers and his tongue. The tip slips slightly between your pussy lips as his fingers do the same. You see your hips move forward and his fingers move deeper. You gasp as he continues to slide his fingers into you. His tongue slides up and your body grinds forward again. Again his fingers move further into you. His tongue tip touches your clit. Your eyes close and your head tilts back as his tongue slides slowly over your clit, and then back down. His fingers reach fully into you. He holds his fingers in you as his tongue starts to slowly stroke your clit. Up across the top of your clit, pressing slightly then back down again. You concentrate on his moving tongue as he moves slowly, up and down with his tongue.
His fingers start to move. Out then in. Slowly like his tongue moving up and down over your clit.
In and out, his fingers slide slowly in time with his tongue. Up and over your clit, stroking you and teasing you.
You move faster. You can feel it building. It is a soft wave rolling with your body. It moves with every stroke of his tongue up and down your clit.
His fingers slides faster as your hands release your legs and reach down to grab his hair. You push his head as your body grinds against him. He moans against you and you feel it vibrate down his tongue against your clit. You gasp again as his fingers thrust faster in and out of you. His tongue sliding faster and faster. Your head pushes against the bed as your body stiffens slightly as you push faster and faster against him.
You find yourself stroking your clit with his tongue. His stroking tongue did not move fast enough as your body ached for the faster feeling. You open your eyes and look down between your legs. You see him still looking up at you as you see your body moving. It was a sensual motion, your body sliding up and down as his tongue flicks across your clit. His fingers sliding and pushing between you. You squeeze his fingers with your pussy as his tongue strokes you. Your body shakes now; you can't stop looking into his eyes as he tries to flick faster. His lips touch your pussy now and again. You definitely hear your voice - you are moaning. You see your hands gripping his head by his hair pushing him against you. Your hips grinding up as your body thrusts forward and back with the movement of his fingers.
You feel it. You want to close your eyes but he continues to lock your eyes. You hear yourself curse and tell him you're about to cum. You feel him moan and stroke his tongue faster and harder against your clit. You moan again and thrust harder.
Your body convulses as you feel yourself opening up to the release. You scream, or you think you are screaming. A haze of pleasure and release falls before your eyes as you thrust up and hold yourself against his tongue. Your hands pushing his head against you as that first wave pushes out of your through your pussy.
With every wave, you thrust against his mouth. As you slow down, you find your eyes slowly closing.
After you've completely spent your pleasure into the last few thrusts, your fingers release his hair. Your arms fall limply to your side as your head lowers onto the bed. Your hips slide down as his tongue slides away from your clit. As your legs slide slowly back down onto the bed, his fingers slide out of you.
You are not sure how long you rested but as you open your eyes, you see him looking back at you. His chin on his arm. He asks if you're ready for another.
THOUGHTS/ LOVE: TO THE WOMAN WHO IS AFRAID THAT SHE MIGHT NEVER MET THE MAN OF HER DREAMS
Some people who yearn for marriage and family, despite their best effort will never marry. It may be a matter of bad timing or too many years of graduate school or job-related travel. It may be bad luck.We all start out with dreams of how our lives will turn out--dreams.It gives us a larger vision of life...a sense that things somehow could be better than they are now. When life doesn't match those dreams..what do we do? The sense that somehow we failed at life if our youthful dreams hasn't come true. To the woman who is afraid that she might never met the man of her dreams..I would suggest that...if the dream you have grown up is leaving you with frustration and anxiousness about your future happiness..you might want to trade it in for another dream..one drawn more from reality and less from the pages of romance novels and the plots of Hollywood movies. I would urge you to that if you think of yourself as a person capable of loving and deserving love, shouldn't you be able to see a man who is not all that was equally capable of loving and equally deserving of being loved, rather than see him (and by implication, yourself) as one of life's loser?
It need not be a question of settling for or I deserve better. It may be a matter of there are things I've come to like myself and even if lots of people can't appreciate them, I only need to meet one person who does. Where we once thought that happiness meant realizing out dream, we come to understand that happiness may mean giving up the dream and exchanging it for one that fits us better. The purpose of sacrfice is for us to divest ourselves of things that we think we need in an effort to let our true selves emerge.
To have to settle for being average and anonymous is our worst fear...that we will never realize our potential or the more terrifying thought of all--that the potential was never really there. Everyone of us has a stranger, an alien identity, in our mind, an inauthentic self that keeps trynig to persuade us to do things that are not truly us. Have we failed in our pursuit of happiness or have we been chasing an incorrect notion of happiness, one that was doomed to fail.
Or how about when we realize the person we are with is far from perfect and a lot less admirable than we thought? This realization of the difference between fantasy and reality is the first crisis of any relationship....
It need not be a question of settling for or I deserve better. It may be a matter of there are things I've come to like myself and even if lots of people can't appreciate them, I only need to meet one person who does. Where we once thought that happiness meant realizing out dream, we come to understand that happiness may mean giving up the dream and exchanging it for one that fits us better. The purpose of sacrfice is for us to divest ourselves of things that we think we need in an effort to let our true selves emerge.
To have to settle for being average and anonymous is our worst fear...that we will never realize our potential or the more terrifying thought of all--that the potential was never really there. Everyone of us has a stranger, an alien identity, in our mind, an inauthentic self that keeps trynig to persuade us to do things that are not truly us. Have we failed in our pursuit of happiness or have we been chasing an incorrect notion of happiness, one that was doomed to fail.
Or how about when we realize the person we are with is far from perfect and a lot less admirable than we thought? This realization of the difference between fantasy and reality is the first crisis of any relationship....
POETRY: ACHING FOR YOU
As time goes on I realize,
just what you mean to me,
and now that you're near,
promise your love that I've been waiting to share.
And dreams of our moments together,
colour my world with hopes of loving you
2
I ache for you...
As the minutes crawl slowly by,
I pine to hear your voice again,
so soothing and warm.
I ache for you...
My heartstrings stretch
across the solitary miles,
tentacles of love
yearning to twine with yours.
I ache for you...
Longing for the day
the eyes that have stared at me
from your photograph,
will gaze into mine, for real.
I ache for you...
Yearning, with the knowledge,
that only your touch, your kiss,
and your sweet caress
will dispel the shadows of loneliness.
Do the gut wrenching pangs of love
afflict you, as they do me?
As I lie awake at night...
I ache for you.
3
Can I hold you forever
And never let go?
Can I stare into your eyes till I go blind
Without you ever saying, "no"?
Can I sit with you an entire night
Without saying a word
And when I leave...
Can I feel like everything I've said has been heard?
Can I tell you every emotion
And every thought in my head...
And can I not tell you but have you only look at me,
And I will know that my thoughts have already been read?
Can I lie awake every night
And trade sleep for thoughts of you...
And can I wake up each morning
And know the dreams I just had will come true?
Can I remember each moment
And can I remember each kiss...
And can I replay them in my mind every second
And know that it's only you I will miss?
Can I hold you in my heart forever
And will you stay there for eternity?
May I lock my heart in a vault
And only give you the key?
Can I tell you with complete honesty
That each thought I have is of you
And can I have your word
That what we have will never be through?
Can I tell you all of these things
Without blinking an eye,
And will you rest yourself in my arms
And never say good-bye?
4
From the highest ledge
of heaven,
I felt your hand
reach out for mine
and I longed to feel
the warmth
of your perfumed skin
held tightly
against my heart;
re-united with my soul.
5
How beautiful is this day.
I have you. I have the sun, moon, and stars.
What more could I need.
The light dances off of your eyes like
Tiny fireflies in the dark night.
You are beautiful and you are me.
I see you in me and me in you.
How does someone explain something so perfect?
I cannot imagine life without you nor remember
Life before you.
You have made me me and I you. I love you.
6
You are my entire being,
The world in which I stand.
The strength which enriches me,
Please take me by the hand.
And lead me to our paradise,
soft words you'll whisper to me,
Hold me tight within your arms,
and let our hearts fly free.
7
Last night, I dreamt of thee,
But light had barely touched thy face.
It was the way thee had held me,
Impossible for such a memory to erase.
Had I looked beyond the dark,
And shut my heart to thy sweet voice
I would have noticed that tiny spark,
But in your arms, I haven't had a choice.
To dream of thee, is to hold thee,
Although thy face I could not see.
But when I looked into your eyes,
It took only a moment to realize
That face I once failed to recognize.
Now that I had finally met thee,
You are more than just a dream to me.
8
she of morning sun and blossoms
she of twilight glow and enchantment
omnipresent is her love
whether illuminated of sun, moon or stars
her radiance is pervasive
and fills my own heart
with a warmth compared to none
and the proximate distance
in which we stand
whether in daylight or darkness
is relative in nature
to shadows standing side by side
discerning one from another ~ impossible
therein lies the magic
between day and night
of two as one
forever in love...
9
Would you like to take a walk with me?
Just take my hand and leave with me
To go outside where now it's winter time
and we shiver and cuddle down inside our coats
just a little further;
and I hold your hand a little tighter
and tuck your hand with mine into my coat pocket
and pretend it's for warmth
as I smile up at you, and we walk.
Time passes by and we talk some,
and laugh a lot and smile some
and we sometimes just walk quietly a bit
and listen to the silence between us
speak volumes of caring and the enjoyment of "us".
And I just look into your eyes,
and see my smile to you mirrored back into mine.
Soon we realize that so much time has gone by
but it really was just an instant, wasn't it?
Wasn't it!!
Do we really have to turn around and go back?
Will the time seem longer as we return?
I pray it does, but no matter - we're here.
When we return, we just smile and know
how special that little bit of time was
just you and me, smiling and laughing
as we walked and shivered just a little in the cold
but not feeling anything but the warmth between us
as we walked along and just shared "you and me".
If this could be, as I picture it here
would you, Dear One, take a walk with me?
Come, take my hand..just "you and me" 8-)
I'd love for you to take a walk with me.
10
On this day, I do declare
A love everlasting to you,
This I swear.
You lift me up, you take me higher
You are my wings
You are my desire.
That is one reason, and there a many more
That my love is so strong
That it is you I adore
Your Patience, your love, your kindness from the heart
One look in your eyes
And my heart melts part by part
You have won me over with your special little charm
And I know that with you
I will never see harm
The smile on your face that always tells all
I look and you and know
My life with you will be a ball
Never a day will I ever be sad or alone
You are the one who melted
My heart of stone
So as you I love you in so many ways
And it is you I want to spend
The rest of my days
The vows that we say on that day
Will come from heart
And never go away
11
My heart beats for you
My eyes search only for you
My hands touch only you
I need only you
I want only you
My memories are of you
My future revolves around you
In the night she came to me
and sat on the bed next to me,
she leaned over and kissed me...
a kiss so soft, a kiss so tender,
it was like a summer breeze
blowing gently on my cheek...
hands touched me with love and care,
fingers with the velvety touch...
her eyes of coal so dark and bold,
that gave me the look
I knew was love...
she whispered
so no one could hear,
"I love you"
and
"My love for you
will go on forever"...
as she leaned over to kiss me
and my arms went to hold her..
12
The woman i love hears my voice in her thoughts.
She knows that her heart is engraved with my love.
The woman i love touches me with hopes of love.
She knows that i will race and meet my day.
The woman i love whispers for her heart.
The woman i love treasures love and stands for love.
She knows that love withstands distance and time.
The woman i love sighs with love and glamour.
She knows that precious principle of love.
The woman i love, her pulses are love.
The woman i love dictates my whole universe.
She knows that my heart breathes with her.
The woman i love is the one love i ever wished.
She knows that i long for her sight.
The woman i love never gives up on me.
The woman i love needs me and never turns away.
She knows that battle of life and agony.
The woman i love takes away my pain and feeds me love.
She knows that i, and my heart, are hers.
The woman i love is my sole love.
just what you mean to me,
and now that you're near,
promise your love that I've been waiting to share.
And dreams of our moments together,
colour my world with hopes of loving you
2
I ache for you...
As the minutes crawl slowly by,
I pine to hear your voice again,
so soothing and warm.
I ache for you...
My heartstrings stretch
across the solitary miles,
tentacles of love
yearning to twine with yours.
I ache for you...
Longing for the day
the eyes that have stared at me
from your photograph,
will gaze into mine, for real.
I ache for you...
Yearning, with the knowledge,
that only your touch, your kiss,
and your sweet caress
will dispel the shadows of loneliness.
Do the gut wrenching pangs of love
afflict you, as they do me?
As I lie awake at night...
I ache for you.
3
Can I hold you forever
And never let go?
Can I stare into your eyes till I go blind
Without you ever saying, "no"?
Can I sit with you an entire night
Without saying a word
And when I leave...
Can I feel like everything I've said has been heard?
Can I tell you every emotion
And every thought in my head...
And can I not tell you but have you only look at me,
And I will know that my thoughts have already been read?
Can I lie awake every night
And trade sleep for thoughts of you...
And can I wake up each morning
And know the dreams I just had will come true?
Can I remember each moment
And can I remember each kiss...
And can I replay them in my mind every second
And know that it's only you I will miss?
Can I hold you in my heart forever
And will you stay there for eternity?
May I lock my heart in a vault
And only give you the key?
Can I tell you with complete honesty
That each thought I have is of you
And can I have your word
That what we have will never be through?
Can I tell you all of these things
Without blinking an eye,
And will you rest yourself in my arms
And never say good-bye?
4
From the highest ledge
of heaven,
I felt your hand
reach out for mine
and I longed to feel
the warmth
of your perfumed skin
held tightly
against my heart;
re-united with my soul.
5
How beautiful is this day.
I have you. I have the sun, moon, and stars.
What more could I need.
The light dances off of your eyes like
Tiny fireflies in the dark night.
You are beautiful and you are me.
I see you in me and me in you.
How does someone explain something so perfect?
I cannot imagine life without you nor remember
Life before you.
You have made me me and I you. I love you.
6
You are my entire being,
The world in which I stand.
The strength which enriches me,
Please take me by the hand.
And lead me to our paradise,
soft words you'll whisper to me,
Hold me tight within your arms,
and let our hearts fly free.
7
Last night, I dreamt of thee,
But light had barely touched thy face.
It was the way thee had held me,
Impossible for such a memory to erase.
Had I looked beyond the dark,
And shut my heart to thy sweet voice
I would have noticed that tiny spark,
But in your arms, I haven't had a choice.
To dream of thee, is to hold thee,
Although thy face I could not see.
But when I looked into your eyes,
It took only a moment to realize
That face I once failed to recognize.
Now that I had finally met thee,
You are more than just a dream to me.
8
she of morning sun and blossoms
she of twilight glow and enchantment
omnipresent is her love
whether illuminated of sun, moon or stars
her radiance is pervasive
and fills my own heart
with a warmth compared to none
and the proximate distance
in which we stand
whether in daylight or darkness
is relative in nature
to shadows standing side by side
discerning one from another ~ impossible
therein lies the magic
between day and night
of two as one
forever in love...
9
Would you like to take a walk with me?
Just take my hand and leave with me
To go outside where now it's winter time
and we shiver and cuddle down inside our coats
just a little further;
and I hold your hand a little tighter
and tuck your hand with mine into my coat pocket
and pretend it's for warmth
as I smile up at you, and we walk.
Time passes by and we talk some,
and laugh a lot and smile some
and we sometimes just walk quietly a bit
and listen to the silence between us
speak volumes of caring and the enjoyment of "us".
And I just look into your eyes,
and see my smile to you mirrored back into mine.
Soon we realize that so much time has gone by
but it really was just an instant, wasn't it?
Wasn't it!!
Do we really have to turn around and go back?
Will the time seem longer as we return?
I pray it does, but no matter - we're here.
When we return, we just smile and know
how special that little bit of time was
just you and me, smiling and laughing
as we walked and shivered just a little in the cold
but not feeling anything but the warmth between us
as we walked along and just shared "you and me".
If this could be, as I picture it here
would you, Dear One, take a walk with me?
Come, take my hand..just "you and me" 8-)
I'd love for you to take a walk with me.
10
On this day, I do declare
A love everlasting to you,
This I swear.
You lift me up, you take me higher
You are my wings
You are my desire.
That is one reason, and there a many more
That my love is so strong
That it is you I adore
Your Patience, your love, your kindness from the heart
One look in your eyes
And my heart melts part by part
You have won me over with your special little charm
And I know that with you
I will never see harm
The smile on your face that always tells all
I look and you and know
My life with you will be a ball
Never a day will I ever be sad or alone
You are the one who melted
My heart of stone
So as you I love you in so many ways
And it is you I want to spend
The rest of my days
The vows that we say on that day
Will come from heart
And never go away
11
My heart beats for you
My eyes search only for you
My hands touch only you
I need only you
I want only you
My memories are of you
My future revolves around you
In the night she came to me
and sat on the bed next to me,
she leaned over and kissed me...
a kiss so soft, a kiss so tender,
it was like a summer breeze
blowing gently on my cheek...
hands touched me with love and care,
fingers with the velvety touch...
her eyes of coal so dark and bold,
that gave me the look
I knew was love...
she whispered
so no one could hear,
"I love you"
and
"My love for you
will go on forever"...
as she leaned over to kiss me
and my arms went to hold her..
12
The woman i love hears my voice in her thoughts.
She knows that her heart is engraved with my love.
The woman i love touches me with hopes of love.
She knows that i will race and meet my day.
The woman i love whispers for her heart.
The woman i love treasures love and stands for love.
She knows that love withstands distance and time.
The woman i love sighs with love and glamour.
She knows that precious principle of love.
The woman i love, her pulses are love.
The woman i love dictates my whole universe.
She knows that my heart breathes with her.
The woman i love is the one love i ever wished.
She knows that i long for her sight.
The woman i love never gives up on me.
The woman i love needs me and never turns away.
She knows that battle of life and agony.
The woman i love takes away my pain and feeds me love.
She knows that i, and my heart, are hers.
The woman i love is my sole love.
SPIRITUAL/THOUGHT: ITS THE HEART AFRAID OF BREAKING THAT NEVER LEARNS TO DANCE
What does am person do with all the dreams that don't come true...dreams of emerging talents, dreams of being famous and rich? Do they manage to hold on to the memories of those dreams without being weighed down by them, without letting their unfulfilled dreams define them as failures. Others let themselves be defined not by their dreams but by their disappointment.
What happiness to the dreamers, all those people whose lives haven't turned out as they hoped and planned? What do you do when you are confronted with rejection or failure, when a door is closed in your face, a door through which you very much wanted to entered? How do you find the will to go on when you realize that the life you are living is not the one you had been looking forward to?
Every disappointment, every rejection, every dream that doesn't come true leaves a wound in a person's soul. The question is not....can I get through life without failures and rejections? because you can't....and the more you aspire to in your life, the more you yearn for, the more scars you will accumulate along the way. The real question is...how will you respond to those disappointment? Will you respond with bitterness, envy and self-doubt, or with resilience and wisdom. I can't tell you the number of people who are so cautious with love once they got their heart broken. I have known too many people who lost the ability to dream after having had their heart broken. I remember listening to the song "The Rose" and remembering this one line...."it's the heart afraid of breaking that never learns to dance"
Perhaps failure and disappointment can teach us that we may fail at one thing, we may fail at several things, but that does not mean that we are failures as people. The worth of a person's soul is not measured by the size of their bank account or the volume of applause a person evokes...but by one's humanity, by one's compassion, even by the courage to keep dreaming amid the broken pieces of our earlier dream.
Viktor Frankl's Man Search for Meaning...."Everything can be taken from a man but the last human freedoms, the right to choose one's attitude in any given set of circumstances. In other words....what happens to you, no matter how hurtful or unfair, is ultimately less important than what you do about what happens to you.
When the real world turns out to be a lot less friendly than we dreamed it would be, do we give up and settle for what the world is willing to give us without a struggle? Do we rail against God for the unfairness of life?
I don't deny the reality of what is happening to me. I know that pain and rejection are part of life, and I respond to my shattering dreams by saying...."I've learned how painful life can be and I want more of it because there is so much in life that is good and I don't want to miss out on it. It might be that instead of giving us a friendly world that would never challenge us and therefore never make us strong, God gave us a world that would inevitably break our hearts, and compensated for that by planting in our souls the gift of resilience.
Everything I've ever done has led me to where I find myself today. It is only after many surprise and choices, detours and disappointments, that I have arrived somewhere I could never have anticipated. I doubt that many of us find ourselves, for better or for worse, exactly where we pictured ourselves being ten, twenty years ago...and I suspect that many of us contemplated where we find ourselves today with a mixture of regret and astonishment.
How many of us remained for our entire lives in the first job we ever applied for? How many of us went on to marry the first person we ever found attractive and remained married to that person forever? It was only by a process of rejecting and being rejected that we learned who we were and what we were meant to do with our lives.
When life has dealt you a painful blow, let it hurt but trust yourself to get over it. Just as our bodies grow flabby if they are not challenged by hard work and exercise...our sol can grow falbby if they never encounter adversity. There is no such thing as a life without struggle...there is no one who does not have to choose sometimes...some way between giving up and growing stronger. There is no one who has not know what it is to lose in the game of life....the essence of struggle is the decision to become new rather than simply to become older...no one comes out of struggle, out of suffering the same person they were when they went in. Some come out worse, soured on life, other come out stronger and wiser....
We learn from our mistakes and find ways to pick up the broken pieces of shattered dreams, we can go on to re-create our lives out of the rubble of our initial failures. And ultimately we become wiser and more complex as our youthful ideals are replaced by more realistic ones. The world breaks everyone and afterward many are stronger at the broken places...but there are injuries of our soul that can't be repaired and injuries to our sensibilities which may hurt but will heal. When we open our hearts to pain an suffering, we begin to heal, not because suffering is redemptive but because it opens our heart.
What happiness to the dreamers, all those people whose lives haven't turned out as they hoped and planned? What do you do when you are confronted with rejection or failure, when a door is closed in your face, a door through which you very much wanted to entered? How do you find the will to go on when you realize that the life you are living is not the one you had been looking forward to?
Every disappointment, every rejection, every dream that doesn't come true leaves a wound in a person's soul. The question is not....can I get through life without failures and rejections? because you can't....and the more you aspire to in your life, the more you yearn for, the more scars you will accumulate along the way. The real question is...how will you respond to those disappointment? Will you respond with bitterness, envy and self-doubt, or with resilience and wisdom. I can't tell you the number of people who are so cautious with love once they got their heart broken. I have known too many people who lost the ability to dream after having had their heart broken. I remember listening to the song "The Rose" and remembering this one line...."it's the heart afraid of breaking that never learns to dance"
Perhaps failure and disappointment can teach us that we may fail at one thing, we may fail at several things, but that does not mean that we are failures as people. The worth of a person's soul is not measured by the size of their bank account or the volume of applause a person evokes...but by one's humanity, by one's compassion, even by the courage to keep dreaming amid the broken pieces of our earlier dream.
Viktor Frankl's Man Search for Meaning...."Everything can be taken from a man but the last human freedoms, the right to choose one's attitude in any given set of circumstances. In other words....what happens to you, no matter how hurtful or unfair, is ultimately less important than what you do about what happens to you.
When the real world turns out to be a lot less friendly than we dreamed it would be, do we give up and settle for what the world is willing to give us without a struggle? Do we rail against God for the unfairness of life?
I don't deny the reality of what is happening to me. I know that pain and rejection are part of life, and I respond to my shattering dreams by saying...."I've learned how painful life can be and I want more of it because there is so much in life that is good and I don't want to miss out on it. It might be that instead of giving us a friendly world that would never challenge us and therefore never make us strong, God gave us a world that would inevitably break our hearts, and compensated for that by planting in our souls the gift of resilience.
Everything I've ever done has led me to where I find myself today. It is only after many surprise and choices, detours and disappointments, that I have arrived somewhere I could never have anticipated. I doubt that many of us find ourselves, for better or for worse, exactly where we pictured ourselves being ten, twenty years ago...and I suspect that many of us contemplated where we find ourselves today with a mixture of regret and astonishment.
How many of us remained for our entire lives in the first job we ever applied for? How many of us went on to marry the first person we ever found attractive and remained married to that person forever? It was only by a process of rejecting and being rejected that we learned who we were and what we were meant to do with our lives.
When life has dealt you a painful blow, let it hurt but trust yourself to get over it. Just as our bodies grow flabby if they are not challenged by hard work and exercise...our sol can grow falbby if they never encounter adversity. There is no such thing as a life without struggle...there is no one who does not have to choose sometimes...some way between giving up and growing stronger. There is no one who has not know what it is to lose in the game of life....the essence of struggle is the decision to become new rather than simply to become older...no one comes out of struggle, out of suffering the same person they were when they went in. Some come out worse, soured on life, other come out stronger and wiser....
We learn from our mistakes and find ways to pick up the broken pieces of shattered dreams, we can go on to re-create our lives out of the rubble of our initial failures. And ultimately we become wiser and more complex as our youthful ideals are replaced by more realistic ones. The world breaks everyone and afterward many are stronger at the broken places...but there are injuries of our soul that can't be repaired and injuries to our sensibilities which may hurt but will heal. When we open our hearts to pain an suffering, we begin to heal, not because suffering is redemptive but because it opens our heart.
LOVE LETTER
You are the sun in my winter sky, you are the hello in my good-bye. You are the *STARS* shining down on me, you are everything I had hoped you would be. You are the arms wrapped around a hug, you are the pull when I need a little tug. You are the lips that feel my gentle touch, you are the one who loves me so much. You are the one who I come to for love, you are my angel sent from above. I need your love, I need you too, because I am the I in I love you.
Whenever you feel lonely look to the sky and know I am somewhere beneath the same sky thinking of you and wishing you were there with me
Each time I miss you, a star falls from the sky. So, if you look up at the sky and find it dark with no stars...it is all your fault...you made me miss you too much."
Every time the wind blows, I whisper, "I love you..." and hope the wind is going your way.
Whenever you feel lonely look to the sky and know I am somewhere beneath the same sky thinking of you and wishing you were there with me
Each time I miss you, a star falls from the sky. So, if you look up at the sky and find it dark with no stars...it is all your fault...you made me miss you too much."
Every time the wind blows, I whisper, "I love you..." and hope the wind is going your way.
SPIRITUAL: THE SOUL OF LIFE
Your looks last so long, but the rest of you last forever if you let it. I think that our lives are really hard when we fight our destiny. The hardest thing to do is to open up to the truth that God has implanted in us. It's really hard to be centered in that truth. There are still many thing that I was afraid about that I I'm still afraid of every day when I get out of bed. "Can I do this?...Can I really do this?" I realize that no matter we do ..it's hard. There are difficult things and that's where courage takes place. There was a time when I wanted to take care of the world at large and everything in it.
Our present life is only an internal in eternity. We have come from somewhere and we are going somewhere, but because life is an unending circle, we are again going to come from a somewhere and we are again going to go to somewhere, and this will go on, and on, and on. All of use should realize that this parenthesis in life is to advance ourselves beyond what we were before.From the standpoint of our spiritual development, it is important for us to learn that when we came from that unknown somewhere, we brought with us an attained state of consciousness and that while we are here, we are expanding our consciousness.. If we go though life wasting our time and not availing ourselves of the opportunities for spiritual unfoldment provided here, when we leave this place we will have to return and go through the entire experience again, just as children who do not learn the lessons of one grade in school must repeat the grade in order to be ready for the next one. So if we have to come back a thousand times....it is because we have brought it on ourselves. It hard for most people to face up to themselves, reluctant to admit that they have brought all the problem on themselves. Everything we do at any given point of the circle determines what and who we are at the next point of that circle of life.
Our present life is only an internal in eternity. We have come from somewhere and we are going somewhere, but because life is an unending circle, we are again going to come from a somewhere and we are again going to go to somewhere, and this will go on, and on, and on. All of use should realize that this parenthesis in life is to advance ourselves beyond what we were before.From the standpoint of our spiritual development, it is important for us to learn that when we came from that unknown somewhere, we brought with us an attained state of consciousness and that while we are here, we are expanding our consciousness.. If we go though life wasting our time and not availing ourselves of the opportunities for spiritual unfoldment provided here, when we leave this place we will have to return and go through the entire experience again, just as children who do not learn the lessons of one grade in school must repeat the grade in order to be ready for the next one. So if we have to come back a thousand times....it is because we have brought it on ourselves. It hard for most people to face up to themselves, reluctant to admit that they have brought all the problem on themselves. Everything we do at any given point of the circle determines what and who we are at the next point of that circle of life.
LOVE: HOW CAN BEING REJECTED MEAN THAT YOU ARE UNWORHTY OF LOVE?
How can being rejected mean that you are unworthy of love when nearly everyone gets rejected at one time or another? I had beautiful friends who heart were broken. if highly attractive people like Cary Grant, Princess Diana, and Marilyn Monroe all had to endure painful romantic disappointments, is it realistic to go on hoping that everyone who makes your heart beat faster is going to return your affection?
POETRY: WE BELONG WITH EACH OTHER ...FOR ETERNITY
Your eyes are so intriguing
Like two deep pools of mystery,
I want to solve you like a puzzle
But your secrets are locked away from me.
Your mouth is so inviting
Wanting me to kiss you every day,
Your smile makes me feel so good
That I always want you to stay.
Your voice is so alluring,
For hours I could sit and listen to you.
I can still hear it clearly,
Even with all we?ve been through.
Your touch is so invigorating
I want to swim the seas of your soul,
Your caress leaves no room for doubt
With you my heart is in control.
Everything about you turns me on,
All that you are sets me free.
You may not be perfect,
But you've been perfect for me.
2
Blanket of stars falls upon my eyes
The churning begins, the waiting, the watching
Such a night i owe to her, such i night i yearn for her
The one who made me laugh, made me cry
never once has the feeling of warmth engulfed me so i couldn't breath,
couldn't think
So at home, in love, at one with myself
Focus, focus, focus in the moment, for the moment never to be
anywhere else
Never wishing for the break, the break of the sun that will bring
the end
The churning begins, the waiting, the watching
Yes we will meet again, under the stars, behind the sun
only to dance with the moon and flirt with the night's fingertips as
one forever and always
I hide from the day as tho' it was my enemy
I live for the night, the night that makes me whole
The churning begins, the waiting, the watching
I close my eyes and see her, sweet summer sweat, eyes that smile
and shine, anonymous heart beating
I miss it so, i want it so, all of it mine, mine, mine
Forever and always
3
Let me to love you tonight
because after the love,
tenderness always comes.
Let me taste the honeys
of your soul in full dawn,
because after the loving ecstasy,
tenderness always comes.
Allow me to take refuge in the warmth
delightful of your sensual embrace.
Smell the aroma of your body,
because after the love
tenderness always comes.
Let me to whisper to you softly
my unconcluded symphony of love
while I explore your universe
in the heat of our kisses,
because after the love
tenderness always comes.
Allow me to enter into your being
through the door of your heart
in order to discover the hidden
secrets of your soul.
Thank you!!
Tenderness already is here!!!
4
Some people, friends or lovers, come into our lives and go so quickly.
They move our souls in so many ways.
We are then awakened to understandings we never knew or thought upon.
With their glow and wonderfulness
they also leave us their passing whisper of their wisdom.
These people make everything seem much more beautiful to gaze upon.
They stay in our thoughts forever
5
A love can be found by two lost people
It can open up hearts and create an everlasting bond
Love can hurt and build tension
But love can also be the most wonderful experience to be felt
When eyes meet, hands find each other, and lips lock,
this is love
Love is a trust which jelousy can destroy, but being human
and in love should be forgiven
Being apart and experiencing yearning in your heart,
your bodies ache for each other; this is love as well
Promises are made to be broken but ones from the heart
are always to be kept
Memories are to be always and forever remembered
unless they bring pain
First times are the best times but seconds are just as wonderful
Your heart should contain a fire that will never die
Love is going great lengths to save a relationship
Emotions take over and being vulnerable can always
hurt in the end
But a soul can show a human being, a fragile heart
and there is a matching soul out there to comfort love
and protect
and we are never, ever going to be the same again.
6
my love for you is deathless, it seems to bind me to you with mighty cables that nothing but Omnipotence could break.
I wrote your name in the sand, but the waves washed it away. Then I wrote it in the sky but the wind blew it away. So I wrote it in my heart and that’s where it will stay.
Lust is when you love what you see. Love is when you lust for what is inside.
My fantasy has turned to madness. My goodness has turned to badness. My need to have you has taken my soul. My heart is trembling… I’ve lost control….
7
It allures me,
drawing me deeper within it's rapture,
So softly it caresses my eyelids,
The blade of my bare shoulder it captures.
Hypnotized by music,
heard only from within the heart,
It belonged to a legion of it's own
right from the very start.
Down the back of my neck and around to my ear,
When delivered with love and true passion,
nothing could be more dear.
Jubilant, Erotic, Mystical,
going from fragile to extreme in a breath,
From breast to breast, down belly and thigh.
It's lustful and sexy,
it's very presence could make you cry.
If the flame should ever burn out,
you're sure to miss,
A gift given from the gods,
the sound of a kiss.
8
I close my eyes and there you are invading my mind
I can't quite decide whether to struggle or surrender
to the vision of you
Fighting the temptation evokes such an intense feeling of agony
that it causes me to writhe in pain
When I envision you near my stomach erupts in a turmoil
My tongue gets tied and I find myself full of desire
to lay my hands on you
I want to caress your lips with my fingertips and feel
the current of electricity quiver throughout our bodies
To feel the indescribable sensation of your face
inches from my own
I want to pull you close and envelop your lips with mine
as my hands move through your hair
To feel the pressure of your body against me while
your arms hold me there
I want to desire you
9
Do you think of me in your spare time?
Do my words touch your soul?
Does every relationship hurt?
Am I on your mind when you're alone?
Are there things you hide inside
Praying soon I'll understand?
When you're alone at night
Do you thank God for me being your man?
Does my kindness scare you?
Am I around too much?
Or do you wish I did more?
When you're alone, do you wish I was there so you can feel my touch?
Do you speak of me to your friends?
Do you think another man can't compare?
Basically what I'm trying to say is
When you're alone, do you wish I was there?
10
My fears of things to come fade not in silence,
But are free as the ink in pen that embraces my heart.
A slow, gentle breeze reveals all dreams not yet seen?
Touching not love?s radiant smile?
Fading all beauteous possibilities, of summer?s warm reminisce?
Tasting autumn?s lonely tears.
My voice eternally screams in silence, for the stars cry not!
They falter and fall as I?
11
When you put your hands around me
i feel a breeze come over me
and then i sigh...
because i know...
it was only a dream.
12
I feel so safe
when I lie in your arms,
to hear you call my name,
to be close to your heart.
To have you near
and where you should be.
How did I ever deserve
someone like you to love me?
Please, don't ever give up.
Please, don't ever change.
Please help me be strong enough
so that this love can remain.
I could not ask for more
than you here with me.
To wipe away my tears
and to share my dreams.
I could not ask for more
because you're my bestfriend.
To protect in trials
we might be faced with in the end.
I love you
and this I know for sure.
I could not ask for more.
The warmth of your smile
I can feel everyday.
You know how to comfort me
and you know just what to say.
I know you will always be here for me.
And I thank the Lord above
for giving me your love.
I can never get enough.
I know you give your all to me.
You have opened my eyes to see,
that we belong with each other... for eternity.
13
You ask me what i see in you
I think i've made that clear
You've touched my heart and touched my soul
Everytime you're near.
With every look and every smile
And every softened kiss,
You send my heart racing,
And bring my life such bliss.
Just to feel you beside me
Makes my whole life seem so right
And when i'm holding onto you
I think, "God, thank you for this night."
I don't think you understand
The love that's in my heart
I hope one day i can show you
And we'll never be apart.
Like two deep pools of mystery,
I want to solve you like a puzzle
But your secrets are locked away from me.
Your mouth is so inviting
Wanting me to kiss you every day,
Your smile makes me feel so good
That I always want you to stay.
Your voice is so alluring,
For hours I could sit and listen to you.
I can still hear it clearly,
Even with all we?ve been through.
Your touch is so invigorating
I want to swim the seas of your soul,
Your caress leaves no room for doubt
With you my heart is in control.
Everything about you turns me on,
All that you are sets me free.
You may not be perfect,
But you've been perfect for me.
2
Blanket of stars falls upon my eyes
The churning begins, the waiting, the watching
Such a night i owe to her, such i night i yearn for her
The one who made me laugh, made me cry
never once has the feeling of warmth engulfed me so i couldn't breath,
couldn't think
So at home, in love, at one with myself
Focus, focus, focus in the moment, for the moment never to be
anywhere else
Never wishing for the break, the break of the sun that will bring
the end
The churning begins, the waiting, the watching
Yes we will meet again, under the stars, behind the sun
only to dance with the moon and flirt with the night's fingertips as
one forever and always
I hide from the day as tho' it was my enemy
I live for the night, the night that makes me whole
The churning begins, the waiting, the watching
I close my eyes and see her, sweet summer sweat, eyes that smile
and shine, anonymous heart beating
I miss it so, i want it so, all of it mine, mine, mine
Forever and always
3
Let me to love you tonight
because after the love,
tenderness always comes.
Let me taste the honeys
of your soul in full dawn,
because after the loving ecstasy,
tenderness always comes.
Allow me to take refuge in the warmth
delightful of your sensual embrace.
Smell the aroma of your body,
because after the love
tenderness always comes.
Let me to whisper to you softly
my unconcluded symphony of love
while I explore your universe
in the heat of our kisses,
because after the love
tenderness always comes.
Allow me to enter into your being
through the door of your heart
in order to discover the hidden
secrets of your soul.
Thank you!!
Tenderness already is here!!!
4
Some people, friends or lovers, come into our lives and go so quickly.
They move our souls in so many ways.
We are then awakened to understandings we never knew or thought upon.
With their glow and wonderfulness
they also leave us their passing whisper of their wisdom.
These people make everything seem much more beautiful to gaze upon.
They stay in our thoughts forever
5
A love can be found by two lost people
It can open up hearts and create an everlasting bond
Love can hurt and build tension
But love can also be the most wonderful experience to be felt
When eyes meet, hands find each other, and lips lock,
this is love
Love is a trust which jelousy can destroy, but being human
and in love should be forgiven
Being apart and experiencing yearning in your heart,
your bodies ache for each other; this is love as well
Promises are made to be broken but ones from the heart
are always to be kept
Memories are to be always and forever remembered
unless they bring pain
First times are the best times but seconds are just as wonderful
Your heart should contain a fire that will never die
Love is going great lengths to save a relationship
Emotions take over and being vulnerable can always
hurt in the end
But a soul can show a human being, a fragile heart
and there is a matching soul out there to comfort love
and protect
and we are never, ever going to be the same again.
6
my love for you is deathless, it seems to bind me to you with mighty cables that nothing but Omnipotence could break.
I wrote your name in the sand, but the waves washed it away. Then I wrote it in the sky but the wind blew it away. So I wrote it in my heart and that’s where it will stay.
Lust is when you love what you see. Love is when you lust for what is inside.
My fantasy has turned to madness. My goodness has turned to badness. My need to have you has taken my soul. My heart is trembling… I’ve lost control….
7
It allures me,
drawing me deeper within it's rapture,
So softly it caresses my eyelids,
The blade of my bare shoulder it captures.
Hypnotized by music,
heard only from within the heart,
It belonged to a legion of it's own
right from the very start.
Down the back of my neck and around to my ear,
When delivered with love and true passion,
nothing could be more dear.
Jubilant, Erotic, Mystical,
going from fragile to extreme in a breath,
From breast to breast, down belly and thigh.
It's lustful and sexy,
it's very presence could make you cry.
If the flame should ever burn out,
you're sure to miss,
A gift given from the gods,
the sound of a kiss.
8
I close my eyes and there you are invading my mind
I can't quite decide whether to struggle or surrender
to the vision of you
Fighting the temptation evokes such an intense feeling of agony
that it causes me to writhe in pain
When I envision you near my stomach erupts in a turmoil
My tongue gets tied and I find myself full of desire
to lay my hands on you
I want to caress your lips with my fingertips and feel
the current of electricity quiver throughout our bodies
To feel the indescribable sensation of your face
inches from my own
I want to pull you close and envelop your lips with mine
as my hands move through your hair
To feel the pressure of your body against me while
your arms hold me there
I want to desire you
9
Do you think of me in your spare time?
Do my words touch your soul?
Does every relationship hurt?
Am I on your mind when you're alone?
Are there things you hide inside
Praying soon I'll understand?
When you're alone at night
Do you thank God for me being your man?
Does my kindness scare you?
Am I around too much?
Or do you wish I did more?
When you're alone, do you wish I was there so you can feel my touch?
Do you speak of me to your friends?
Do you think another man can't compare?
Basically what I'm trying to say is
When you're alone, do you wish I was there?
10
My fears of things to come fade not in silence,
But are free as the ink in pen that embraces my heart.
A slow, gentle breeze reveals all dreams not yet seen?
Touching not love?s radiant smile?
Fading all beauteous possibilities, of summer?s warm reminisce?
Tasting autumn?s lonely tears.
My voice eternally screams in silence, for the stars cry not!
They falter and fall as I?
11
When you put your hands around me
i feel a breeze come over me
and then i sigh...
because i know...
it was only a dream.
12
I feel so safe
when I lie in your arms,
to hear you call my name,
to be close to your heart.
To have you near
and where you should be.
How did I ever deserve
someone like you to love me?
Please, don't ever give up.
Please, don't ever change.
Please help me be strong enough
so that this love can remain.
I could not ask for more
than you here with me.
To wipe away my tears
and to share my dreams.
I could not ask for more
because you're my bestfriend.
To protect in trials
we might be faced with in the end.
I love you
and this I know for sure.
I could not ask for more.
The warmth of your smile
I can feel everyday.
You know how to comfort me
and you know just what to say.
I know you will always be here for me.
And I thank the Lord above
for giving me your love.
I can never get enough.
I know you give your all to me.
You have opened my eyes to see,
that we belong with each other... for eternity.
13
You ask me what i see in you
I think i've made that clear
You've touched my heart and touched my soul
Everytime you're near.
With every look and every smile
And every softened kiss,
You send my heart racing,
And bring my life such bliss.
Just to feel you beside me
Makes my whole life seem so right
And when i'm holding onto you
I think, "God, thank you for this night."
I don't think you understand
The love that's in my heart
I hope one day i can show you
And we'll never be apart.
THOUGHTS/JOURNAL: WHEN YOU DON'T WANT TO LET GO
There were times in my life...i didn't want to let go. I didn't want to let go of Joanne, Melissa, Maria and ex wife.. But what was I really losing? I always felt I was losing them ....who they were. and looking back now...maybe I was afraid of losing the idea of them. The dream of Melissa, Joanne, Maria and now my ex wife. or of a relationship. Again, isn't the mind entering into the equation,dreaming about the future potential, regretting the past, and being anywhere but the present reality.
Letting go of the dream of a person, of a way of life, is often more difficult as letting go of the person. The reality of a bad relationship is not very fun. Being in a relationship with Melissa was hard. But the dream of what it could be, well, that can be a huge attachment and usually has something to do with trying to fix the original wound i experience as a child. We choose to be with some version of our mother or father or sibling, attempting to heal the wound created form the relationship. So when it doesn't work out with our partners, we have to not only let go of them, we have to let go of the dynamic that we are so used to. In a sense, we have to let go of the person who caused the original wound---or at least let go of the idea we can change them and get them to love us the way we think we should be loved. We have to let go of the original and childlike wishing for a dream of happiness. This is often what creates the deep sense of loss around the ending of an otherwise unhappy relationship., a partnership that we should even be glad is over. In fact, it isn't till the original wound is healed that we will end up choosing a different kind of person.
Letting go of the dream of a person, of a way of life, is often more difficult as letting go of the person. The reality of a bad relationship is not very fun. Being in a relationship with Melissa was hard. But the dream of what it could be, well, that can be a huge attachment and usually has something to do with trying to fix the original wound i experience as a child. We choose to be with some version of our mother or father or sibling, attempting to heal the wound created form the relationship. So when it doesn't work out with our partners, we have to not only let go of them, we have to let go of the dynamic that we are so used to. In a sense, we have to let go of the person who caused the original wound---or at least let go of the idea we can change them and get them to love us the way we think we should be loved. We have to let go of the original and childlike wishing for a dream of happiness. This is often what creates the deep sense of loss around the ending of an otherwise unhappy relationship., a partnership that we should even be glad is over. In fact, it isn't till the original wound is healed that we will end up choosing a different kind of person.
LOVE LETTER: MY DEAREST.................YOUR LONGINGLY
My Dearest,
It isn't often that I experience a moment of such clarity and illumination as I did repeatedly over the past week; it was the realization, once again, of just how dear you have become to me and how much I miss you every day! I know that this may someday frighten you with the intensity of my feelings and I hope that this is never the case! It is just that in writing to you to express my feelings and hearing in return from you, I feel a fulfillment that I have never truly known before. I realize, my love that I'm very much older than you but this in no way diminishes either my ardor or the way your words stir the heat so deep in my soul. It just gets so hard (even now, as I put these words to paper) and my hands tremble as my heart races; it is almost scary the effect that you have on me, my sweetness.
I envision us lying together on our soft bed with our arms around each other and gazing deeply into each other's eyes from our position on the pillows. I can smell the sweetness of the scent from your body as you drape your leg over my thigh. As we touch our lips together in a blessed morning kiss (Oh God- the honey sweet taste of your lips!), you hips move slowly along my legs and your silken smooth pussy rubs against me. You moan softly into my mouth as you start to flow in the first dewy cum of the morning and my legs feels the heat from you.
I raise my hands to cradle the sides of your face and continue to rain ever firmer kisses upon your welcoming lips; our tongues slide slickly along the other! I then lower my head to your shoulder and, cradling me in your arm, you bring your nipple to my straining mouth. I reach up and as you tease my lips with your turgid nip, I lunge just enough to capture it in my mouth. As I suck and nibble until your milk starts its flow into my parched throat, I take your other breast in my hand and gently squeeze it and tease the nipple as your moans are becoming stronger. You have increased the motion of your pussy against my thigh now and are flowing copiously. Your wet, hot pussy is rubbing against the bottom of my soft shaved balls now and, as you reach to highest point of your heaving hips, my rigid cock is stroked by that warm pussy juice!
No longer able to lie still, I lift you up until you are straddling my hips with your wide-spread knees. Your hands are on either side of my head now and I draw you down to bring your lips to mine for long lingering and passionate kisses. As our lips meet, you sway your breasts slowly and the hard nipples rub against my hairless chest bringing them to an even more excited state! The friction causes even more milk to flow; now in almost a constant stream. I lift you upwards to brings your hanging tits over my mouth and, as I look up into your shining eyes, I take each tip in turn between my teeth and pull hard (not enough to hurt you – I would never do that!) but enough to create a nipple-driven orgasm and your cries of joy mingle with mine around your sweet breast!
I lift you up until you are on your knees and I roll to the side of the bed taking you with me. As I sit on the side of the bed, I lift your body until you wrap your legs around my waist. Then, supporting your delightful ass cheeks with my hands, I lower you until the open petals of your pussy just touch the tip of my hard cock! You are streaming cum from your orgasm and it is flowing downwards to cover my cock. Meanwhile, my own precum is lubing your pussy as I ever so slowly lower you until you fully rest with my cock deep inside you! Your legs wrap themselves tighter around my waist as you struggle to rise on my cock but I hold you firmly impaled! I pull you closer to me until our upper bodies are almost as one; your milk-covered tits are pressed firmly against my chest and our nipples are rubbing together – this causes mine to grow hard as eraser tips! As we once again crush our lips together in heated passion, we rub together to create more and more pressure on our nipples and I feel your pussy tightening around my throbbing cock as the tingling in our nipples flows into our joined sexes.
As you start to moan indicating that you are almost there, I lift you with my hands and then lower you in a constant plunging motion of my cock inside your pussy. With your strong legs you are pulling yourself deeper and harder against me each time and we both cry out together as our thrashing bodies are joined in mutual orgasms! Your pussy grips me in multiple spasms as I cum again and again shooting up into you!
Your head falls on my shoulder as you continue to orgasm over and over. I lift you up by standing beside the bed and, turning to lay you on the edge, I lift your legs from around my waist to my shoulders and continue to drive my still hard cock into you until you have cum another three times! I finally manage a small climax and fill you one more time as you spasm one more time!
I gently lower your legs and turn your body until you are resting on your pillow. As you lay there slowly recovering your breath, I move quickly into the bathroom and return with several warm, wet face clothes and proceed to wipe your body clean and sweet as the flower you are. As I reach your hips, you smile and spread your legs wide so that I can clean you there! Of course, rather than the cloth, I lower my head and, with my tongue, happily lick you completely clean. The taste of you and I together is so wonderful that my cock starts to get firm again! Oh Lord! The affect you have on me is incredible, my darling!
Not to be outdone – as my oral ministrations brings you to another series of orgasms - you take my growing cock in your soft hands and draw it down to your mouth. As I continue to run my tongue from your clit to your puckered rear and then plunge it into your pussy, you take my cock deep into your mouth until it touches the back of your throat. You suck me harder and harder and run your tongue the length of my 9" cock until you reach the tip. There you lap at the sensitive cockhead until I moan into your pussy that I am going to cum AGAIN!! You stroke the length of my cock with both your hands while sucking and licking around the glands! The sensations are going to drive me over the edge and I lash and suck hard on your clit as you suck me harder and pull my into your mouth; my cock swells and I drive myself deep into your mouth as I cum until you have sucked me dry. Meanwhile, I have continued to nip on your clit and finger fuck you as deep as I can until your pussy grips my fingers and tongue in a massive orgasm that sends sprays of your sweet cum down my hands and into my mouth!
I turn around and fall upon you in a deep tongue-exchanging kiss while we exchange each other's tastes and juices! As we do, we are both virtually in tears with the extremity of the feelings!
I enfold you in my arms, my darling, and we fall into a dreamless sleep together.
I cannot wait until we see each other again. Looking forward to that day when you can finally be mine and we no longer have to hide our love and feelings for one another.
Yours Longingly
It isn't often that I experience a moment of such clarity and illumination as I did repeatedly over the past week; it was the realization, once again, of just how dear you have become to me and how much I miss you every day! I know that this may someday frighten you with the intensity of my feelings and I hope that this is never the case! It is just that in writing to you to express my feelings and hearing in return from you, I feel a fulfillment that I have never truly known before. I realize, my love that I'm very much older than you but this in no way diminishes either my ardor or the way your words stir the heat so deep in my soul. It just gets so hard (even now, as I put these words to paper) and my hands tremble as my heart races; it is almost scary the effect that you have on me, my sweetness.
I envision us lying together on our soft bed with our arms around each other and gazing deeply into each other's eyes from our position on the pillows. I can smell the sweetness of the scent from your body as you drape your leg over my thigh. As we touch our lips together in a blessed morning kiss (Oh God- the honey sweet taste of your lips!), you hips move slowly along my legs and your silken smooth pussy rubs against me. You moan softly into my mouth as you start to flow in the first dewy cum of the morning and my legs feels the heat from you.
I raise my hands to cradle the sides of your face and continue to rain ever firmer kisses upon your welcoming lips; our tongues slide slickly along the other! I then lower my head to your shoulder and, cradling me in your arm, you bring your nipple to my straining mouth. I reach up and as you tease my lips with your turgid nip, I lunge just enough to capture it in my mouth. As I suck and nibble until your milk starts its flow into my parched throat, I take your other breast in my hand and gently squeeze it and tease the nipple as your moans are becoming stronger. You have increased the motion of your pussy against my thigh now and are flowing copiously. Your wet, hot pussy is rubbing against the bottom of my soft shaved balls now and, as you reach to highest point of your heaving hips, my rigid cock is stroked by that warm pussy juice!
No longer able to lie still, I lift you up until you are straddling my hips with your wide-spread knees. Your hands are on either side of my head now and I draw you down to bring your lips to mine for long lingering and passionate kisses. As our lips meet, you sway your breasts slowly and the hard nipples rub against my hairless chest bringing them to an even more excited state! The friction causes even more milk to flow; now in almost a constant stream. I lift you upwards to brings your hanging tits over my mouth and, as I look up into your shining eyes, I take each tip in turn between my teeth and pull hard (not enough to hurt you – I would never do that!) but enough to create a nipple-driven orgasm and your cries of joy mingle with mine around your sweet breast!
I lift you up until you are on your knees and I roll to the side of the bed taking you with me. As I sit on the side of the bed, I lift your body until you wrap your legs around my waist. Then, supporting your delightful ass cheeks with my hands, I lower you until the open petals of your pussy just touch the tip of my hard cock! You are streaming cum from your orgasm and it is flowing downwards to cover my cock. Meanwhile, my own precum is lubing your pussy as I ever so slowly lower you until you fully rest with my cock deep inside you! Your legs wrap themselves tighter around my waist as you struggle to rise on my cock but I hold you firmly impaled! I pull you closer to me until our upper bodies are almost as one; your milk-covered tits are pressed firmly against my chest and our nipples are rubbing together – this causes mine to grow hard as eraser tips! As we once again crush our lips together in heated passion, we rub together to create more and more pressure on our nipples and I feel your pussy tightening around my throbbing cock as the tingling in our nipples flows into our joined sexes.
As you start to moan indicating that you are almost there, I lift you with my hands and then lower you in a constant plunging motion of my cock inside your pussy. With your strong legs you are pulling yourself deeper and harder against me each time and we both cry out together as our thrashing bodies are joined in mutual orgasms! Your pussy grips me in multiple spasms as I cum again and again shooting up into you!
Your head falls on my shoulder as you continue to orgasm over and over. I lift you up by standing beside the bed and, turning to lay you on the edge, I lift your legs from around my waist to my shoulders and continue to drive my still hard cock into you until you have cum another three times! I finally manage a small climax and fill you one more time as you spasm one more time!
I gently lower your legs and turn your body until you are resting on your pillow. As you lay there slowly recovering your breath, I move quickly into the bathroom and return with several warm, wet face clothes and proceed to wipe your body clean and sweet as the flower you are. As I reach your hips, you smile and spread your legs wide so that I can clean you there! Of course, rather than the cloth, I lower my head and, with my tongue, happily lick you completely clean. The taste of you and I together is so wonderful that my cock starts to get firm again! Oh Lord! The affect you have on me is incredible, my darling!
Not to be outdone – as my oral ministrations brings you to another series of orgasms - you take my growing cock in your soft hands and draw it down to your mouth. As I continue to run my tongue from your clit to your puckered rear and then plunge it into your pussy, you take my cock deep into your mouth until it touches the back of your throat. You suck me harder and harder and run your tongue the length of my 9" cock until you reach the tip. There you lap at the sensitive cockhead until I moan into your pussy that I am going to cum AGAIN!! You stroke the length of my cock with both your hands while sucking and licking around the glands! The sensations are going to drive me over the edge and I lash and suck hard on your clit as you suck me harder and pull my into your mouth; my cock swells and I drive myself deep into your mouth as I cum until you have sucked me dry. Meanwhile, I have continued to nip on your clit and finger fuck you as deep as I can until your pussy grips my fingers and tongue in a massive orgasm that sends sprays of your sweet cum down my hands and into my mouth!
I turn around and fall upon you in a deep tongue-exchanging kiss while we exchange each other's tastes and juices! As we do, we are both virtually in tears with the extremity of the feelings!
I enfold you in my arms, my darling, and we fall into a dreamless sleep together.
I cannot wait until we see each other again. Looking forward to that day when you can finally be mine and we no longer have to hide our love and feelings for one another.
Yours Longingly
LOVE/SPIRITUAL: THE REALIZATION THAT NO FAIRY-TALE PRINCE OR PRINCESSS IS ........
I believe that each self is an individual expression of God. Thus as far as I am concerned, to have faith in yourself is to have faith in God. To love yourself is to love God. To call upon your own creativity is to call upon the power of the universe. Quit searching for a lover who is perfect in every way and settle instead for one who is perfect for us. And this inevitably bring us face to face with the possibility that what we have right now maybe all we'll ever have. The realization that no fairy-tale prince or princess is going to come along and transform our existence is a little disappointing at first, but it eventually leads to the discovery of reason to be grateful for what life has given us already. Self-sufficient individual learn to savor the little things n life. And perhaps most important, they start seeking and finding solace and joy in their relationship with the seemingly ordinary people in their environment.
LOVE LETTER
Everyone says you only fall in love once but that’s not true, every time I hear your voice I fall in love all over again.
Don’t say you love me unless you really mean it, because I might do something crazy…. Like believe it!
When I first saw you I was afraid to talk to you.
When I first talked to you I was afraid to like you.
When I first liked you I was afraid to love you.
Now that I love you I m afraid to lose you.
What’s better? A lie that draws a smile or the truth that draws a tear?
Last night I looked up at the stars, and matched each one with a reason why I love you. I was doing great, but then I ran out of stars.
Loving you is like breathing...how can I stop?
Every day that goes by seems like I discover something new about you to love. It's incredible to me how one person can my such a BIG difference in my life. You touch me in a way no one else ever has and give me so many reasons to love you!
It's hard to tell your mind to stop loving someone when your heart still does...
Don’t say you love me unless you really mean it, because I might do something crazy…. Like believe it!
When I first saw you I was afraid to talk to you.
When I first talked to you I was afraid to like you.
When I first liked you I was afraid to love you.
Now that I love you I m afraid to lose you.
What’s better? A lie that draws a smile or the truth that draws a tear?
Last night I looked up at the stars, and matched each one with a reason why I love you. I was doing great, but then I ran out of stars.
Loving you is like breathing...how can I stop?
Every day that goes by seems like I discover something new about you to love. It's incredible to me how one person can my such a BIG difference in my life. You touch me in a way no one else ever has and give me so many reasons to love you!
It's hard to tell your mind to stop loving someone when your heart still does...
LOVE LETTER
If you’re asking if I need you, the answer is forever… If you’re asking if I’ll leave you, the answer is never... If you’re asking what I value, the answer is you... If you’re asking if I love you, the answer is, I do!
When I look at you my heart skips a beat but later that beat could mean a lifetime of tears wasted on some thing I knew I could never have.
I wish I may, I wish I might, be the one you wish for tonight.
Love is... Running into her arms, colliding with her heart, and exploding into her soul
My heart was taken by you... broken by you...and now it is in pieces because of… you!
When I look at you my heart skips a beat but later that beat could mean a lifetime of tears wasted on some thing I knew I could never have.
I wish I may, I wish I might, be the one you wish for tonight.
Love is... Running into her arms, colliding with her heart, and exploding into her soul
My heart was taken by you... broken by you...and now it is in pieces because of… you!
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