Saturday, December 29, 2012
PUSSY POWER: GOOD PUSSY AND GOOD DICK IS HARD TO FIND
Good pussy is subjective. What is good pussy to one man is mediocre to another. What will whip one man won't make another man break his stride. If you're in a room with a mixed crowd of men and women, the women with good pussy will be surrounded by men. Women with good pussy let it shine thru in every aspect of her life. She walks the good pussy walk. She speaks with the confidence of a woman who has good pussy. She poses, eats and laughs the secret laugh of women with good pussy. I'm not talking about any regular old missionary loving pussy. I'm not talking about hunch for 5 minutes and doesn't care if you cum poon. I'm talking about the poontang pie thats so sweet and juicy he can't get enough. The kind he goes to work thinking about coming home to. The kind that is odorless, moist and hugs your man meat with the perfect amount of pressure. The kind that makes it her mission to milk you dry and leave you paralyzed. She gets extra points for being a Scorpio.
Good pussy will make you call out of work so y'all can phuck your day away.
You surrender your biweekly paycheck to good pussy.
Good pussy commands loyal dick.
Good pussy will be your muse.
Good pussy wants to see your dreams come true.
You keep your dignity after being whipped by good pussy.
Good pussy makes you hate condoms.
Good pussy has been whore'd UP for the right man.
Good pussy will help you live longer.
Moving on. In a world where men will sleep with any woman willing to lay it low and spread 'em wide, how do you know if your pussy has WHIP appeal? Now we can start the lesson.
Virgins should just take notes. No shade.
Chicks get caught up thinking big numbers and repeat sexcapades translate to good snatch. Noooo silly girls. How can I put this delicately? Just because you've whored out to every Tom with a dick who will penetrate doesn't mean you have good pussy. We live in a world where women have bad pussy. There, I said it. Men enduring a drought will never tell you your pussy is bad. Thats not how the game is played. He will look beyond your loose and dry poon because all he wants is a nut. You can moan all you want honey, it won't make him call you back. I'm not here to teach you kids about HOW a woman gets yankin snatch. Bad pussy exists. Don't test me on this.
Being pussy whipped is nothing to be ashamed about. Read that out loud 10 times and tell every man you know. Single men secretly envy pussy whipped men. I made that up. Pussy whipped men try their damndest to hide being whipped. There are married men who won't admit they're whipped. Ain't that some shit?
A guy who gives his coat to a girl when its chilly is a nice guy. A guy who surrenders his man cave so his woman can turn it into an extra closet is pussy whipped.
How can you tell if a guy is pussywhipped?
1. She Demands Dick When She Wants It. This is not to be confused with convenient pussy. Indeed, it is the opposite. She calls the shots. If she decides she wants you to be at her house after work, she expects you to be there waiting with nary a follow up question asked. Make it nasty.
2. He Does Shit Because SHE Says So. Good pussy will have you breaking your rules just to keep her happy. Once you're pussy whipped you will find yourself quitting the things you love just to spend time with her. You're eating HER favorite snacks and eating at HER favorite restaurants. Before you know it you're sitting on her couch drinking martinis and letting her paint your nails (with clear polish cuz you're a grown ass man) while watching a Sex and the City marathon. Pussywhipped. She pushes your limits because she knows the power of her good pussy. She has you doing things so far out of your character that you KNOW your boys will clown you for letting a chick convince you to do it. It doesn't matter how big you smile, you're pussy whipped and it shows. Way to go breh!
3 He Checks In. Getting pussy is easy nowadays. I'll be the first one thousandth woman to admit it. Its amazing how easy some women have made it for men to smash. Their standards are so low all you have to do is smile at her and she drops the draws dawg. Rarely do women make a man work for the coochie anymore. Checking in is part of the "work for it" family. Its the first cousin to building trust. Think about it: You're checking in with her to make sure its ok to hang with YOUR friends. If you do so through a text message, you're only mildly whipped. If you, in fact, check-in via a phone call while in the presence of your single friends you are whipped beyond the point of return. Might as well keep your balls on the nightstand.
4. He Stays Home. If you have ever stayed home because you wanted to eat a good home-cooked, you're domestic pussy whipped. The same goes for if you've ever stayed home because you don't want to leave her alone. You're fed good and fucked right so now you don't "feel like" going anywhere. Just put your balls on the nightstand.
Before you go saying "I have never been whipped because none of those things apply to me" stfu for a second. I realize what one man does when he's whipped doesn't apply to another. All BS aside, you can tell when a woman has her man whipped by how he treats her. He will deny it but all you have to do is watch him. He will go out of his way to keep her. If he loses her he will make a vow to get her back by any means. Ladies, if you find yourself with a pussywhipped man on your hands, embrace it. Take advantage of it for as long as you can. If you're smart you'll whip him all the way into a happy marriage. Allow him to cater to you. Watch and appreciate him but stay on your shit. Pussy whipping ability won't him stay after he has realized all you're good for is giving good pussy and he wants more than that. While a dickmatized woman will make an excuse to stay, a pussywhipped man may still leave if he decides your good pussy is not enough. Such is life.
PART II GOOD DICK
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As comedian Rob Stapleton so eloquently put it, GOOD Dick can do stuff BAD Dick can't do. Read that again, fellas. Females get caught up tryna figure out if he's hung like a horse. Lookin at hands, feet and limb length tryna figure out whether he's "blessed." Silly girls. Length doesn't mean anything when he doesn't have girth. Size doesn't mean much when he knows how to stroke it. Next thing you know you're blinded by the penis wondering why you keep accepting less than you deserve so you can keep your good dick supply. Don't be confused kids, we're not talking about good sex. Good sex can make you climax. Good dick will fck your whole world up.
What is Good Dick?
Good dick can call you at 5am and you will answer like you were wide awake waiting on his phone call.
Good dick can ask you to make a 3 course meal on a Tuesday afternoon.
Good dick will have you standing in line on Saturday @6am waiting for Yeezy's to drop.
Good dick will inspire you.
Good dick will have you going to work on a Monday morning to a job you hate speaking to every one of the people you don't like.
Good dick makes your life better.
Good dick will have you glowing.
Good dick will have you driving in a rain storm just to spend an hour with him.
Good dick will make you sex your Saturday away.
Good dick will have your boss wondering how you manage to perform well under incredible pressure.
We're not talking about regular ol good sex. We're not even talkin' about the unrivaled good dick and good brain COMBO. . .yet
How can you tell if a man has good dick before you have spread your legs for 'em?
1. He Knows He Has Good dick. A man with good dick knows with every inch of his dick that he's great at laying pipe. Its in the way he walks, talks, dresses, laughs and looks at you. Good dick swag oozes from his pores. He uses that shit as a weapon. Good dick will ask you to take a trip just to get it and not stutter. He will be surprised when you ask "So you want me to travel all the way to (insert city) JUST to see you?" Good dick is rare and he knows it. Girls wanna keep good dick on tap even if its in another town. Good dick uses his gift to change your mind and will have you losing your train of thought. The only reason he tries half the things he tries is because he knows he has good dick.
2.He Understands his REAL Purpose. He knows he can have all those stale ass qualities women say they're looking for (smart, funny, can take care of her, degree'd up, single, no kids, etc), but he knows what women really need: Good Dick at home. He understands his responsibility. He needs to have her walls trembling. He needs to leave her legs shaking. He knows she won't complain if he tells her where to put her legs. He knows he needs to toss her around and pulvarize the poon. He knows he can get her to jump off the dresser. He's also careful about who he shares his gift of girth with because he's learned the lesson that with great dick comes with great responsibility. He's probably given the pipe to a chick who wasn't mentally stable. That never ends well.
Friday, December 28, 2012
LOVE: CHEAP WITH MONEY, CHEAP WITH LOVE
Cheap with money, cheap with love,' my mother said. She was right. A woman who is cheap is someone who always has the funds to spend on herself, no matter how stupid or trivial the purchase, yet never seems to cough up the dough to either go Dutch with me or treat me once in a blue moon.
Is she just cheap with money, or is she cheap in other ways as well? Is she cheap with time? Is she cheap with sex? Is she cheap with emotion? When you ask for her to be there for you -- or for her to express herself, how much do you get?
People way of spending money is so different. One person's priorities might be for big-budget expenditures such as exercise equipment and new windows (like myself) ; others are weekends in Paris and more kitchenware. Expenditure such as going to the cinema and out to dinner may appear as luxury items to one person but necessities to other.It's also possible the two of you simply have different views on what constitutes generosity. People value giving in different ways and all are equally good -- be it spending money, giving compliments, sharing time, being affectionate, etc.. What is critical to me is that the way you want to receive gifts be compatible with the way a woman wants to give them to you, and vice versa. Maybe she gives in other ways, but not in a way that is meaningful to you.
My parents’ financial ease was derived from their shared attitude about money. They had a joint account and both deposited their wages into it. If my mother wanted new shoes or a new sofa, she simply wrote a cheque for them, no questions asked. If my father wanted to go out with his friends, no problem. They both worked hard, and enjoyed living well. Joanne was my first real adult relationship.She worked in marketing research. she spoiled me with dinner at my favourite restaurant,sex anywhere and even took me on vacation.. I did the same for her, finding the obscure music she liked and buying nice wine for the meals she cooked. We happily stayed at home watching old movies on television, eating pasta, kissing.
My ex wife was a totally different story. On our first date...since she came to the city to see me..she request that I pay for her parking in the parking lot, I knew I married the wrong woman at our first Christmas together when I went out and brought her a gift..and she gave me a box full of love notes...and that was it!!!! It wasn't like she was poor and didn't have money...she had money. Hell she gives her parent money every Christmas. I was so hurt that I cried...and the worst part is that she still think that what she did was right. It was at I knew I married the wrong person. The emphasis on money became symbolic of something deeply wrong in our relationship. I couldn’t stay with a woman who would not share her heart fully. She couldn’t share anything, except her pussy and that wasn’t enough for me. Why did I spend so much time with a woman who never once really cared about me...someone I couldn't trust. To this day, the answer is difficult to discern. I wasn’t desperate for love ...it was chemistry. After that day....and it was a slow build up...but.there are many other things...too much to mention here that just made me realize we were two different people. We had separate accounts. We have never shared our money. No joint account.
One resounding fact that I have found out is that no matter how high-maintenance and good looking a woman may be, if she "genuinely" likes you she WILL at least attempt to chip in and show that she is not an entitled brat just looking for some guy to fund everything. Listen I know that most woman view how a man spends -- or fails to spend -- his money as a direct reflection of how generous and giving he is as a person, they will assume that this trait applies to all aspects of the man's character, from how open he is with his feelings to how much love he is able to give. This is not to say that women equate love with money; simply that women will be more drawn to a man who is generous both in finances and spirit. Another reason why women don't like cheap men is, quite simply, that it is much harder to have a good time with a cheap man than it is with one who doesn't mind investing in one. Unfortunately, those activities that are the most fun tend to cost a little more. Consider watching wrestling on pay-per-view for a few bucks versus going to see it live; it just can't compare. But all this can all be turned out as well..... No woman has any right to view a man as a meal ticket -- ever.
The thing is this: What makes you think that you, simply by being a woman, are entitled to having everything paid for? That would be like me saying that BECAUSE I'm a man, and I pay for everything, the women I date should be having sex with me when, where, and how I want. Or that a woman should be cleaning and cooking for me when I date her. What are YOU giving back to the men that are expected to cough up their hard earned money just for the opportunity to be in your presence? If I ask a woman out, I never expect her to pay, and I almost always turn her down if she IS classy enough to offer to help out (the only times I accept her offer are when I suspect she is not interested in me). But it sure impresses me when a woman at one point soon into our relationship offers to take ME out or do something nice for me. It honestly makes me want to do that much more for her! Relationships should be give and take, not give and TAKER. And if you DO think that your company at dinner is worth his money, well, have you ever considered that HIS company is worth YOUR money, as well? And that at one point in the relationship, it would be nice (not to mention fair), if YOU occasionally stepped up to the plate? If you make enough money to afford to go to nicer places and events from time to tome that would be outside a man's budget...why not take him also? What happen to a woman who is taught it is better to give than to receive?
I am a very generous person, I don't mind invest in the relationship, but I am not going to spend an exorbitant amount of my hard-earned cash wining and dining a woman whom I don't even know very well, I am not going to buy her expensive jewellery and clothing. But I will make her smile with small, thoughtful tokens of your affection, such as concert tickets and dinner. And after I have been dating exclusively with her for a while, it's time for her to show me how important I am to her and appreciate me, and if that means spending a little more on a nice dinner or weekend getaway, then that would be great. But if she is cheap with her money, she cheap with her emotions as well, and totally incapable of ever letting go and truly loving me
Is she just cheap with money, or is she cheap in other ways as well? Is she cheap with time? Is she cheap with sex? Is she cheap with emotion? When you ask for her to be there for you -- or for her to express herself, how much do you get?
People way of spending money is so different. One person's priorities might be for big-budget expenditures such as exercise equipment and new windows (like myself) ; others are weekends in Paris and more kitchenware. Expenditure such as going to the cinema and out to dinner may appear as luxury items to one person but necessities to other.It's also possible the two of you simply have different views on what constitutes generosity. People value giving in different ways and all are equally good -- be it spending money, giving compliments, sharing time, being affectionate, etc.. What is critical to me is that the way you want to receive gifts be compatible with the way a woman wants to give them to you, and vice versa. Maybe she gives in other ways, but not in a way that is meaningful to you.
My parents’ financial ease was derived from their shared attitude about money. They had a joint account and both deposited their wages into it. If my mother wanted new shoes or a new sofa, she simply wrote a cheque for them, no questions asked. If my father wanted to go out with his friends, no problem. They both worked hard, and enjoyed living well. Joanne was my first real adult relationship.She worked in marketing research. she spoiled me with dinner at my favourite restaurant,sex anywhere and even took me on vacation.. I did the same for her, finding the obscure music she liked and buying nice wine for the meals she cooked. We happily stayed at home watching old movies on television, eating pasta, kissing.
My ex wife was a totally different story. On our first date...since she came to the city to see me..she request that I pay for her parking in the parking lot, I knew I married the wrong woman at our first Christmas together when I went out and brought her a gift..and she gave me a box full of love notes...and that was it!!!! It wasn't like she was poor and didn't have money...she had money. Hell she gives her parent money every Christmas. I was so hurt that I cried...and the worst part is that she still think that what she did was right. It was at I knew I married the wrong person. The emphasis on money became symbolic of something deeply wrong in our relationship. I couldn’t stay with a woman who would not share her heart fully. She couldn’t share anything, except her pussy and that wasn’t enough for me. Why did I spend so much time with a woman who never once really cared about me...someone I couldn't trust. To this day, the answer is difficult to discern. I wasn’t desperate for love ...it was chemistry. After that day....and it was a slow build up...but.there are many other things...too much to mention here that just made me realize we were two different people. We had separate accounts. We have never shared our money. No joint account.
One resounding fact that I have found out is that no matter how high-maintenance and good looking a woman may be, if she "genuinely" likes you she WILL at least attempt to chip in and show that she is not an entitled brat just looking for some guy to fund everything. Listen I know that most woman view how a man spends -- or fails to spend -- his money as a direct reflection of how generous and giving he is as a person, they will assume that this trait applies to all aspects of the man's character, from how open he is with his feelings to how much love he is able to give. This is not to say that women equate love with money; simply that women will be more drawn to a man who is generous both in finances and spirit. Another reason why women don't like cheap men is, quite simply, that it is much harder to have a good time with a cheap man than it is with one who doesn't mind investing in one. Unfortunately, those activities that are the most fun tend to cost a little more. Consider watching wrestling on pay-per-view for a few bucks versus going to see it live; it just can't compare. But all this can all be turned out as well..... No woman has any right to view a man as a meal ticket -- ever.
The thing is this: What makes you think that you, simply by being a woman, are entitled to having everything paid for? That would be like me saying that BECAUSE I'm a man, and I pay for everything, the women I date should be having sex with me when, where, and how I want. Or that a woman should be cleaning and cooking for me when I date her. What are YOU giving back to the men that are expected to cough up their hard earned money just for the opportunity to be in your presence? If I ask a woman out, I never expect her to pay, and I almost always turn her down if she IS classy enough to offer to help out (the only times I accept her offer are when I suspect she is not interested in me). But it sure impresses me when a woman at one point soon into our relationship offers to take ME out or do something nice for me. It honestly makes me want to do that much more for her! Relationships should be give and take, not give and TAKER. And if you DO think that your company at dinner is worth his money, well, have you ever considered that HIS company is worth YOUR money, as well? And that at one point in the relationship, it would be nice (not to mention fair), if YOU occasionally stepped up to the plate? If you make enough money to afford to go to nicer places and events from time to tome that would be outside a man's budget...why not take him also? What happen to a woman who is taught it is better to give than to receive?
I am a very generous person, I don't mind invest in the relationship, but I am not going to spend an exorbitant amount of my hard-earned cash wining and dining a woman whom I don't even know very well, I am not going to buy her expensive jewellery and clothing. But I will make her smile with small, thoughtful tokens of your affection, such as concert tickets and dinner. And after I have been dating exclusively with her for a while, it's time for her to show me how important I am to her and appreciate me, and if that means spending a little more on a nice dinner or weekend getaway, then that would be great. But if she is cheap with her money, she cheap with her emotions as well, and totally incapable of ever letting go and truly loving me
STORY: PUSSY CONTRACT
THIS IS NOT A TRUE STORY ....BUT A FANTASY. I AM NOT MARRIED.
I have a desire was to be dominated. I wrote out a "Pussy Control Contract" for my wife...Sabrina. The Pussy Control Contract gave her the legitimate authority to have sex entirely for her own satisfaction. No more "slam-bam thank you madam" sex for me.
The ability to control my diet appealed to her as well. She was tired of the arguments that ensued whenever she tried to stop me from eating sweets and late night snacks.
She saw that I was giving her a chance to take control. She knew instinctively that what I would need in order to stay in the game was some strict domination, teasing and denial. When I got home, we ordered a Curve chastity cage. When it arrived, we signed the Pussy Control Contract below and locked up my cock with the Curve.
The Pussy Control Contract
Valid from May 15, 2013 through June 6, 2013
1. Parties and Purpose
This is a contract between Alex and Sabrina The purpose of this contract is to allow Sabrina to exercise control over certain limited aspects of Alex's life using her sexual power. (I.e. "Pussy Control") The agreement is limited to the date range above and is also limited to control over Alex's sexual experiences only. This contract will not be valid beyond the date range above unless both parties agree to extend it.
2. Sexual Activities and "Pussy Control"
During the valid period of this contract, Sabrina will have complete control of Alex's cock, including when he can get hard, and when he can come. Sabrina has the right to keep Alex's cock locked up whenever she chooses, with the exception of when Alex is out of town. Alex will be allowed sexual activity only at Sabrina's discretion, but will be given opportunities to earn sexual release if he follows Sabrina's orders . Alex will give Sabrina sexual pleasure in any way she chooses. She may come and be sexually satisfied whenever she wants and may leave Alex without sexual release for as long as she chooses
3. Enforcement
Sabrina has the right to verify that Alex is not getting sexual release in any way without her knowledge and permission, including the use of a restraining device. If Alex violates the clause Sabrina may punish him in any way she sees fit.
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B Date V Date
Clarifications
Sabrina should understand that this contract would work best if she exercises moderation with her right of control, and does not take it to the extremes of sexual starvation. She will apply pussy control most effectively if she teases and builds up a certain level of sexual frustration in Alex that will be relieved upon following her prescribed diet. This contract should enhance our sex life, not hurt it. The sexual excitement is more mental than physical. If this contract enhances our sex life, it is more likely to be renewed.
We signed the Pussy Control contract. We bought a chastity device called the "Curve" and I began to wear it. The first time I put it on and Sabrina ceremoniously clicked the lock shut, my mind underwent a seismic shift and a shudder of fear went through me. Although Sabrina had always owned my penis figuratively, she now literally owned it, physically and mentally. Moreover, I was completely denied my own penis and was totally at her mercy. I was both exhilarated and frightened at the same time. I felt vulnerable, but I had complete trust in her. Little did I realize how effectively Sabrina would use her newfound control over me to enhance our love life.
The first thing she did was sit me down and issue some new rules. Previously, I had a habit of groping her tits, pussy and ass every chance I got. She told me that this usually annoyed her. "Rule Number One", she ordered: "You may only touch my private areas when I give you permission. Understood?" I agreed. Then she pulled off her top and showed me her tities. Instinctively, I leaned in to suck on them but she slapped my face. "Rule Number Two," she continued: "Look but don't touch". I agreed, but I immediately began begging to suck her tities. She informed me that begging would only hurt my chances and postpone my access to her body. "Rule Number Three. No begging unless I tell you to."
I agreed to her rules, but I was afraid I would not see her beautiful sexy parts much after that. I was very wrong. She began to tease me by flashing her tits, pussy and ass at me frequently. She loved knowing that it made my cock tingle even though it could not get hard. This had a powerful effect on me, keeping me mentally horny and always desiring her.
Our first night of sex after the device was locked on was interesting. Sabrina got naked and told me to do the same. Then she removed my cock cage. After lots of kissing and fondling, she let me put it in her. She fucked me wildly and then rolled over on top of me, which meant she was going to come. After she came, she jumped off and waited for my cock to get limp. Then we locked it back up without letting me come.
The next night, she got naked and removed the cock cage again. She told me that I could put the head of my penis between her pussy lips, but I was not to push it in any further or I would have to stop. Then she told me to pump it until I came. I pumped and pumped and eventually came in her pussy. I rolled over on my back. Then she squeezed her pussy closed with her fingers so it would not drip out and she straddled my face. "Open wide", she ordered. I opened my mouth and she spread her pussy lips. Her pussy was glistening with come, which began to drip into my mouth. Then she lowered her pussy to my lips and ordered me to lick it clean. "Get used to it", she admonished, "You will be cleaning me up after sex from now on."
Sex after that got better and better, although not predictable. One night she was watching some light porn and told me to go shave my face. When I returned, she was naked with her legs spread wide. She pointed as her pussy and said: "Eat me, and make me come". I did and she did. . I was denied even a hard on that night.
The next night she told me I was going to be given a chance to come. She stripped naked and unlocked my cock. I got hard in a microsecond. Then she told me that she wanted to watch me masturbate all the way. I was to come on her tits. I straddled her and began to pump. She looked at her watch and said: "You have exactly two minutes to come before I lock you up again". This actually made it more difficult to come. After two minutes, I had not come although I was close. She ordered me to stop and put on the cock cage. I protested that I was too hard to put it on, but she just told me to go ice it down. Then she locked up my cock.
The following night she told me to finish my masturbation. This time there was no time limit. I dragged it out for some enjoyment and then I came all over her tities. I was in heaven. Then she told me to "lick it up". I hesitated and made a squeamish face. She slapped me and said: "You will lick it up immediately and love it". I quickly did as she commanded. She admonished me with, "Don't ever hesitate to follow an order like that again or you will be very sorry". I acknowledged. She told me that my punishment would be to go one day with nothing to eat except one bowl of fruit. Then she reminded me that I signed up for this, kissed me goodnight and told me that she loved me.
One night Sabrina really needed to relax and relieve some stress. She turned on our hot tub and we both got naked. I was grateful when she removed my cock cage, but when she produced a bag of ice I knew I was going to get teased and put away dripping. We made out in the hot tub and then proceeded to the bedroom where candles were burning. She told me to lock up my cock and then give her a massage. I gave her a sensuous massage, rubbing every part of her body down to her toes and fingers. As she was falling asleep, she promised to fuck me in the morning, but only if I did not wake her up before she was ready.
She ordered me to strip and put on Velcro wrist cuffs. Then she tied my arms to the bedposts. She did a sexy strip tease and then took off the cock cage. She kissed me all over and then began sucking my cock. After a while she started pumping it but told me not to come or I would not get even a tease for four days. After a while, I was getting close and blurted out, "I'm going to come!" She immediately let go, dropped a bag of ice on my cock and left the room. After fifteen minutes that seemed like an hour, she returned and began to pump up my shriveled dick. Again I got close to coming and again she let go and iced me down.
This went on and on for several more cycles, each one getting shorter. It got to the point where she would only pump for ten seconds before my cock started to spasm and then she stopped. Every time some pre-come dripped out, she collected it on her finger and made me lick it. Finally, she iced me down and put on the cock cage so I couldn't get hard. Relieved, I thought it was over, but then she continued teasing me by putting her tits, pussy and ass all over my face. Finally she untied me and kissed me to sleep. That night, she fucked me like as bucking bull and I came in ecstasy.
One morning early on in the contract, I was ready to go to work while she was in the bathroom naked. I asked her if she would unlock the cock cage for one day. She sat back on the counter, spread her legs, and told me to get down on my knees right in front of her pussy. She pulled her pussy lips apart so I could see it in all of its greatest glory. Then she told me to repeat the following words, "This pussy belongs to my key-holder, Sabrina. She controls me with this pussy. I will obey her commands and fulfill her wishes." Then she let me stand up and she removed the cage. "Memorize those words", she said, "You will be repeating them." This has since come to be called the "Pussy Pledge" and she has me recite it from time to time in order to reinforce her control.
Part 2 - (5 months later)
Well, I think my wife has finally figured it out. She has figured out how to get her way and be in control of many aspects of our relationship, just by giving me some of the sexual humiliation that drives me wild for her.
After an initial 3 to 4 weeks of fun chastity play, the Curve was put away and forgotten about, until recently. Five months back, my wife had played the bitchy dominatrix I wanted her to be for a short time, but then we went back to our usual vanilla sex. I think she has been afraid to truly take control using her sexual power. Before we married, we agreed that neither of us should ever use sex as a bargaining tool in the marriage. We both believed that it was unhealthy for a long-term relationship. That was before I developed my craving to be sexually dominated. Although I have explained this to her, I think she has still been hesitant to really use her pussy power to get her way, thinking it would backfire. (I would let her know if it came to that)
A couple weeks ago, to my surprise, she brought up the "device" as she calls it, and asked me to start wearing it again. I was happy that she did this on her own initiative. I had said nothing about it, but deep down I was disappointed when she stopped showing interest four months ago. She put it on me for five days before we had sex. I was on my second period of sexual denial this week when she really stepped up her control.
She was taking a hot bath, and I was massaging her in the tub with the Curve installed. She started in on me slowly at first. "The reason you are naked and I am dressed is so that you will feel vulnerable. I am going to ask you some questions and I expect true answers." "I consider masturbation to be a form of cheating on your wife. It's not as bad as going with another woman. For that I would divorce you. But you are getting sexual satisfaction without me and I think that's unfair. Don't you think it's unfair?"
"Now let's talk about orgasms", she continued to lay down her law. "All through our marriage you have considered it your prerogative to fuck me and come in me any time you wanted. You don't always get me horny first, so I end up not coming and with a messy pussy full of come. You probably come ten times for each time I get to come, and that's not considering your countless masturbations. Do you think that's fair?" she asked.
"You never complained, so I thought you liked it", I answered.
"I'm going to change the rules starting right now. From now on we will have sex only when I say so. You might have to go several days without an orgasm, or even a hard-on, because I'm going to keep you locked up until I get horny. If you want sex, you better work at getting me in the mood. I'm also going to teach you the value of my pussy. You will understand what a privilege it is to come in my pussy by being teased and denied repeatedly. There will be times when you will be asked to lick me to orgasm but you will not be allowed out of the cock cage. Sometimes I will have you fuck me to orgasm, but you will not be allowed to come, and you will be put back in the cage."
"Oh, yes. Let's talk about that nasty come of yours. If you do get the rare privilege of coming in my pussy, I expect you to have the decency to clean it for me afterwards. OK?" she asked.
"OK", I replied.
"I mean clean it with your tongue!" she explained. "Why should I be subjected to rough paper on my precious pussy, when your soft tongue can do the job?"
"But." I began to protest. "All through our marriage, you have gotten blow jobs and expected me to eat your come. Is that fair? Why should I ever eat your come? Why shouldn't you eat your own come, and prove to me that you love me enough to clean my pussy in the most humiliating way imaginable?"
I couldn't fault her logic. I put up more fuss, trying to protest my way out of the clean up chore, but my protests only brought more blows to my already aching face. Deep down, however, I was conflicted. You see, when I'm horny as hell, the thought for being forced to eat come makes me excited for the humiliation, however, once I do come, the thought of actually eating it is not pleasant. I wanted to please her so much, however, and I also want to learn to like it. Thus, I agreed to the tongue duty.
"Don't worry", she calmed me, knowing exactly what I was thinking. "After you've licked my pussy clean from come several times, you will begin to enjoy it. I know I will, and my enjoyment should give you every reason to be happy. That's how sex is supposed to be. It's a chance to show me how considerate you can be", she laughed, knowing now she had me where she wanted me. "If you are a good little sex slave, I might let you masturbate on my tits, just so I can watch as you lick up your own come. I think I'll enjoy that show!"
"Once you get used to the idea of keeping my pussy clean with your tongue, I'm going to give you the ultimate humiliation. You're going to lick me clean after I pee. I can't wait to feel that. It's a good feeling knowing that my little sex slave loves me so much that he will always be happy to clean my pussy with his tongue."
Finally, she was done with her lecture and ready to demonstrate her newly declared power over me. She pulled up her nightgown and showed me her pussy. I went wild with desire and she knew she had me had driven me over the edge with her humiliating talk. She made me beg to lick it. She had me turn on the video. While she watched some hot lovers fucking, I ate her pussy, still wearing the chastity device. It was driving me crazy, but I said nothing and did my duty. As soon as she got good and horny, but not too far gone, she piled up the pillows in the center of the headboard and had me lay back on them. We removed the cock cage. Then she tied my wrists to the corner posts so I would not be tempted to touch her, or myself. She sank her pussy down on my cock and had me suck her tits. This is how she brings on her orgasm. Before long, she came hard and long. Then she told me to wash my cock and put the Curve back on. I was not going to be allowed to orgasm.
I protested that it was not fair for her to come and not me, but that just drew an incredulous stare. I understood what she meant. Then she came up with a very generous offer. "I owe you one", she said. "What?" I responded, confused. "Let me explain", she continued. "Since I have come, but you have not, you have one emergency merit in the `Bank of Sabrina'. I'm going to tease and deny you tomorrow and the next day and so on. You have one merit in the bank that will become valid after 24 hours from now. At that time, if I have not let you come already and you cannot stand it anymore, you will be allowed to claim your merit, which means you will be allowed come. You will come either by fucking me or by masturbating for me. I will decide how you come, but either way, you will have to eat the come for me."
"Once you use up your merit, we are back to even. From that point on, you will only come when I decide to allow it, now matter how long that takes. The only way to earn another emergency merit is to make me come again without coming yourself, understand?"
My wife and I are having a great sex life and better relationship now that I am wearing the Curve most of the time. She likes the way I behave with her when I am locked up, and I like the way she dishes out sexual humiliation in order to keep me agreeable to the lock-up. She says she wishes I could be so sweet to her without the use of a cock-restraining device; nonetheless, the result is what really matters. It is sort of an even trade. She gets to control me and train me to do her bidding while I get to be dominated and abused. That's fair, right?
How she trains me
My wife really enjoys training me. Here are some of the things she does.
She has a point system that is a bit of a mystery to me. If I do something to please her beyond her expectations, she gives me points, but if I disappoint her, she takes away points. She tells me that each point adds or subtracts a day from the period of penis lock-up. The mystery is in the fact that she never tells me exactly how many days I have left. That's for her to know and me to guess. Nonetheless, the awarding of points, whether added or subtracted, is very effective in training me. Even one day of extra lock-up is very difficult for me to absorb because she keeps me so horny. Keeping me horny makes the training very effective.
She has trained me to go to great lengths to romance her and make her horny before trying to have sex with her. She's one that needs a lot of foreplay if she is going to be able to have an orgasm. I used to just fuck her quickly to please myself, but now she is training me to make sure she has a chance to come. If I don't at least work hard for her orgasm, it is a sure bet that I'll be kept in the Curve longer without coming.
She also has trained me to clean her pussy. I always clean her up after sex these days, and I clean her after she pees whenever she wants me to. She may snap twice for me to follow her into the bathroom when she needs to pee so I can wash her pussy with a warm cloth and dry it. On occasion, she tells me to lick her clean.
Other things she has trained me to do include foot rubs, back rubs, and hot baths where I wash and dry her. I also dry her after her shower.
When she first locks me up for a new chastity period, she has me kneel down and she shows me her pussy while I repeat the pussy pledge: "This pussy belongs to my key-holder, Sabrina. She controls me with this pussy. I will obey her commands and fulfill her wishes."
How she humiliates me
Regular teasing and humiliation is the key to keeping me locked up in the chastity device. Practically speaking, I could refuse to put the Curve on if there was nothing in it for me. However, I crave for domination, especially sexual humiliation, and so she dishes out a little (or a lot) every day.
When we have sex, I try very hard to give her a pleasurable orgasm. She likes it when I lick her to orgasm. She also likes to fuck me with her on top while I suck her tits. In the old days, she would rarely come but I did come every time. That's not the case anymore. If I don't make her come, she usually locks me back up without an orgasm. That way I'll be very motivated to get her in the mood to come next time and to be gentle and loving. If I do come, she expects me to clean her up afterwards. I usually do this with a warm washcloth, but lately, she's been telling me to lick her clean because it is more humiliating.
I have a desire was to be dominated. I wrote out a "Pussy Control Contract" for my wife...Sabrina. The Pussy Control Contract gave her the legitimate authority to have sex entirely for her own satisfaction. No more "slam-bam thank you madam" sex for me.
The ability to control my diet appealed to her as well. She was tired of the arguments that ensued whenever she tried to stop me from eating sweets and late night snacks.
She saw that I was giving her a chance to take control. She knew instinctively that what I would need in order to stay in the game was some strict domination, teasing and denial. When I got home, we ordered a Curve chastity cage. When it arrived, we signed the Pussy Control Contract below and locked up my cock with the Curve.
The Pussy Control Contract
Valid from May 15, 2013 through June 6, 2013
1. Parties and Purpose
This is a contract between Alex and Sabrina The purpose of this contract is to allow Sabrina to exercise control over certain limited aspects of Alex's life using her sexual power. (I.e. "Pussy Control") The agreement is limited to the date range above and is also limited to control over Alex's sexual experiences only. This contract will not be valid beyond the date range above unless both parties agree to extend it.
2. Sexual Activities and "Pussy Control"
During the valid period of this contract, Sabrina will have complete control of Alex's cock, including when he can get hard, and when he can come. Sabrina has the right to keep Alex's cock locked up whenever she chooses, with the exception of when Alex is out of town. Alex will be allowed sexual activity only at Sabrina's discretion, but will be given opportunities to earn sexual release if he follows Sabrina's orders . Alex will give Sabrina sexual pleasure in any way she chooses. She may come and be sexually satisfied whenever she wants and may leave Alex without sexual release for as long as she chooses
3. Enforcement
Sabrina has the right to verify that Alex is not getting sexual release in any way without her knowledge and permission, including the use of a restraining device. If Alex violates the clause Sabrina may punish him in any way she sees fit.
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B Date V Date
Clarifications
Sabrina should understand that this contract would work best if she exercises moderation with her right of control, and does not take it to the extremes of sexual starvation. She will apply pussy control most effectively if she teases and builds up a certain level of sexual frustration in Alex that will be relieved upon following her prescribed diet. This contract should enhance our sex life, not hurt it. The sexual excitement is more mental than physical. If this contract enhances our sex life, it is more likely to be renewed.
We signed the Pussy Control contract. We bought a chastity device called the "Curve" and I began to wear it. The first time I put it on and Sabrina ceremoniously clicked the lock shut, my mind underwent a seismic shift and a shudder of fear went through me. Although Sabrina had always owned my penis figuratively, she now literally owned it, physically and mentally. Moreover, I was completely denied my own penis and was totally at her mercy. I was both exhilarated and frightened at the same time. I felt vulnerable, but I had complete trust in her. Little did I realize how effectively Sabrina would use her newfound control over me to enhance our love life.
The first thing she did was sit me down and issue some new rules. Previously, I had a habit of groping her tits, pussy and ass every chance I got. She told me that this usually annoyed her. "Rule Number One", she ordered: "You may only touch my private areas when I give you permission. Understood?" I agreed. Then she pulled off her top and showed me her tities. Instinctively, I leaned in to suck on them but she slapped my face. "Rule Number Two," she continued: "Look but don't touch". I agreed, but I immediately began begging to suck her tities. She informed me that begging would only hurt my chances and postpone my access to her body. "Rule Number Three. No begging unless I tell you to."
I agreed to her rules, but I was afraid I would not see her beautiful sexy parts much after that. I was very wrong. She began to tease me by flashing her tits, pussy and ass at me frequently. She loved knowing that it made my cock tingle even though it could not get hard. This had a powerful effect on me, keeping me mentally horny and always desiring her.
Our first night of sex after the device was locked on was interesting. Sabrina got naked and told me to do the same. Then she removed my cock cage. After lots of kissing and fondling, she let me put it in her. She fucked me wildly and then rolled over on top of me, which meant she was going to come. After she came, she jumped off and waited for my cock to get limp. Then we locked it back up without letting me come.
The next night, she got naked and removed the cock cage again. She told me that I could put the head of my penis between her pussy lips, but I was not to push it in any further or I would have to stop. Then she told me to pump it until I came. I pumped and pumped and eventually came in her pussy. I rolled over on my back. Then she squeezed her pussy closed with her fingers so it would not drip out and she straddled my face. "Open wide", she ordered. I opened my mouth and she spread her pussy lips. Her pussy was glistening with come, which began to drip into my mouth. Then she lowered her pussy to my lips and ordered me to lick it clean. "Get used to it", she admonished, "You will be cleaning me up after sex from now on."
Sex after that got better and better, although not predictable. One night she was watching some light porn and told me to go shave my face. When I returned, she was naked with her legs spread wide. She pointed as her pussy and said: "Eat me, and make me come". I did and she did. . I was denied even a hard on that night.
The next night she told me I was going to be given a chance to come. She stripped naked and unlocked my cock. I got hard in a microsecond. Then she told me that she wanted to watch me masturbate all the way. I was to come on her tits. I straddled her and began to pump. She looked at her watch and said: "You have exactly two minutes to come before I lock you up again". This actually made it more difficult to come. After two minutes, I had not come although I was close. She ordered me to stop and put on the cock cage. I protested that I was too hard to put it on, but she just told me to go ice it down. Then she locked up my cock.
The following night she told me to finish my masturbation. This time there was no time limit. I dragged it out for some enjoyment and then I came all over her tities. I was in heaven. Then she told me to "lick it up". I hesitated and made a squeamish face. She slapped me and said: "You will lick it up immediately and love it". I quickly did as she commanded. She admonished me with, "Don't ever hesitate to follow an order like that again or you will be very sorry". I acknowledged. She told me that my punishment would be to go one day with nothing to eat except one bowl of fruit. Then she reminded me that I signed up for this, kissed me goodnight and told me that she loved me.
One night Sabrina really needed to relax and relieve some stress. She turned on our hot tub and we both got naked. I was grateful when she removed my cock cage, but when she produced a bag of ice I knew I was going to get teased and put away dripping. We made out in the hot tub and then proceeded to the bedroom where candles were burning. She told me to lock up my cock and then give her a massage. I gave her a sensuous massage, rubbing every part of her body down to her toes and fingers. As she was falling asleep, she promised to fuck me in the morning, but only if I did not wake her up before she was ready.
She ordered me to strip and put on Velcro wrist cuffs. Then she tied my arms to the bedposts. She did a sexy strip tease and then took off the cock cage. She kissed me all over and then began sucking my cock. After a while she started pumping it but told me not to come or I would not get even a tease for four days. After a while, I was getting close and blurted out, "I'm going to come!" She immediately let go, dropped a bag of ice on my cock and left the room. After fifteen minutes that seemed like an hour, she returned and began to pump up my shriveled dick. Again I got close to coming and again she let go and iced me down.
This went on and on for several more cycles, each one getting shorter. It got to the point where she would only pump for ten seconds before my cock started to spasm and then she stopped. Every time some pre-come dripped out, she collected it on her finger and made me lick it. Finally, she iced me down and put on the cock cage so I couldn't get hard. Relieved, I thought it was over, but then she continued teasing me by putting her tits, pussy and ass all over my face. Finally she untied me and kissed me to sleep. That night, she fucked me like as bucking bull and I came in ecstasy.
One morning early on in the contract, I was ready to go to work while she was in the bathroom naked. I asked her if she would unlock the cock cage for one day. She sat back on the counter, spread her legs, and told me to get down on my knees right in front of her pussy. She pulled her pussy lips apart so I could see it in all of its greatest glory. Then she told me to repeat the following words, "This pussy belongs to my key-holder, Sabrina. She controls me with this pussy. I will obey her commands and fulfill her wishes." Then she let me stand up and she removed the cage. "Memorize those words", she said, "You will be repeating them." This has since come to be called the "Pussy Pledge" and she has me recite it from time to time in order to reinforce her control.
Part 2 - (5 months later)
Well, I think my wife has finally figured it out. She has figured out how to get her way and be in control of many aspects of our relationship, just by giving me some of the sexual humiliation that drives me wild for her.
After an initial 3 to 4 weeks of fun chastity play, the Curve was put away and forgotten about, until recently. Five months back, my wife had played the bitchy dominatrix I wanted her to be for a short time, but then we went back to our usual vanilla sex. I think she has been afraid to truly take control using her sexual power. Before we married, we agreed that neither of us should ever use sex as a bargaining tool in the marriage. We both believed that it was unhealthy for a long-term relationship. That was before I developed my craving to be sexually dominated. Although I have explained this to her, I think she has still been hesitant to really use her pussy power to get her way, thinking it would backfire. (I would let her know if it came to that)
A couple weeks ago, to my surprise, she brought up the "device" as she calls it, and asked me to start wearing it again. I was happy that she did this on her own initiative. I had said nothing about it, but deep down I was disappointed when she stopped showing interest four months ago. She put it on me for five days before we had sex. I was on my second period of sexual denial this week when she really stepped up her control.
She was taking a hot bath, and I was massaging her in the tub with the Curve installed. She started in on me slowly at first. "The reason you are naked and I am dressed is so that you will feel vulnerable. I am going to ask you some questions and I expect true answers." "I consider masturbation to be a form of cheating on your wife. It's not as bad as going with another woman. For that I would divorce you. But you are getting sexual satisfaction without me and I think that's unfair. Don't you think it's unfair?"
"Now let's talk about orgasms", she continued to lay down her law. "All through our marriage you have considered it your prerogative to fuck me and come in me any time you wanted. You don't always get me horny first, so I end up not coming and with a messy pussy full of come. You probably come ten times for each time I get to come, and that's not considering your countless masturbations. Do you think that's fair?" she asked.
"You never complained, so I thought you liked it", I answered.
"I'm going to change the rules starting right now. From now on we will have sex only when I say so. You might have to go several days without an orgasm, or even a hard-on, because I'm going to keep you locked up until I get horny. If you want sex, you better work at getting me in the mood. I'm also going to teach you the value of my pussy. You will understand what a privilege it is to come in my pussy by being teased and denied repeatedly. There will be times when you will be asked to lick me to orgasm but you will not be allowed out of the cock cage. Sometimes I will have you fuck me to orgasm, but you will not be allowed to come, and you will be put back in the cage."
"Oh, yes. Let's talk about that nasty come of yours. If you do get the rare privilege of coming in my pussy, I expect you to have the decency to clean it for me afterwards. OK?" she asked.
"OK", I replied.
"I mean clean it with your tongue!" she explained. "Why should I be subjected to rough paper on my precious pussy, when your soft tongue can do the job?"
"But." I began to protest. "All through our marriage, you have gotten blow jobs and expected me to eat your come. Is that fair? Why should I ever eat your come? Why shouldn't you eat your own come, and prove to me that you love me enough to clean my pussy in the most humiliating way imaginable?"
I couldn't fault her logic. I put up more fuss, trying to protest my way out of the clean up chore, but my protests only brought more blows to my already aching face. Deep down, however, I was conflicted. You see, when I'm horny as hell, the thought for being forced to eat come makes me excited for the humiliation, however, once I do come, the thought of actually eating it is not pleasant. I wanted to please her so much, however, and I also want to learn to like it. Thus, I agreed to the tongue duty.
"Don't worry", she calmed me, knowing exactly what I was thinking. "After you've licked my pussy clean from come several times, you will begin to enjoy it. I know I will, and my enjoyment should give you every reason to be happy. That's how sex is supposed to be. It's a chance to show me how considerate you can be", she laughed, knowing now she had me where she wanted me. "If you are a good little sex slave, I might let you masturbate on my tits, just so I can watch as you lick up your own come. I think I'll enjoy that show!"
"Once you get used to the idea of keeping my pussy clean with your tongue, I'm going to give you the ultimate humiliation. You're going to lick me clean after I pee. I can't wait to feel that. It's a good feeling knowing that my little sex slave loves me so much that he will always be happy to clean my pussy with his tongue."
Finally, she was done with her lecture and ready to demonstrate her newly declared power over me. She pulled up her nightgown and showed me her pussy. I went wild with desire and she knew she had me had driven me over the edge with her humiliating talk. She made me beg to lick it. She had me turn on the video. While she watched some hot lovers fucking, I ate her pussy, still wearing the chastity device. It was driving me crazy, but I said nothing and did my duty. As soon as she got good and horny, but not too far gone, she piled up the pillows in the center of the headboard and had me lay back on them. We removed the cock cage. Then she tied my wrists to the corner posts so I would not be tempted to touch her, or myself. She sank her pussy down on my cock and had me suck her tits. This is how she brings on her orgasm. Before long, she came hard and long. Then she told me to wash my cock and put the Curve back on. I was not going to be allowed to orgasm.
I protested that it was not fair for her to come and not me, but that just drew an incredulous stare. I understood what she meant. Then she came up with a very generous offer. "I owe you one", she said. "What?" I responded, confused. "Let me explain", she continued. "Since I have come, but you have not, you have one emergency merit in the `Bank of Sabrina'. I'm going to tease and deny you tomorrow and the next day and so on. You have one merit in the bank that will become valid after 24 hours from now. At that time, if I have not let you come already and you cannot stand it anymore, you will be allowed to claim your merit, which means you will be allowed come. You will come either by fucking me or by masturbating for me. I will decide how you come, but either way, you will have to eat the come for me."
"Once you use up your merit, we are back to even. From that point on, you will only come when I decide to allow it, now matter how long that takes. The only way to earn another emergency merit is to make me come again without coming yourself, understand?"
My wife and I are having a great sex life and better relationship now that I am wearing the Curve most of the time. She likes the way I behave with her when I am locked up, and I like the way she dishes out sexual humiliation in order to keep me agreeable to the lock-up. She says she wishes I could be so sweet to her without the use of a cock-restraining device; nonetheless, the result is what really matters. It is sort of an even trade. She gets to control me and train me to do her bidding while I get to be dominated and abused. That's fair, right?
How she trains me
My wife really enjoys training me. Here are some of the things she does.
She has a point system that is a bit of a mystery to me. If I do something to please her beyond her expectations, she gives me points, but if I disappoint her, she takes away points. She tells me that each point adds or subtracts a day from the period of penis lock-up. The mystery is in the fact that she never tells me exactly how many days I have left. That's for her to know and me to guess. Nonetheless, the awarding of points, whether added or subtracted, is very effective in training me. Even one day of extra lock-up is very difficult for me to absorb because she keeps me so horny. Keeping me horny makes the training very effective.
She has trained me to go to great lengths to romance her and make her horny before trying to have sex with her. She's one that needs a lot of foreplay if she is going to be able to have an orgasm. I used to just fuck her quickly to please myself, but now she is training me to make sure she has a chance to come. If I don't at least work hard for her orgasm, it is a sure bet that I'll be kept in the Curve longer without coming.
She also has trained me to clean her pussy. I always clean her up after sex these days, and I clean her after she pees whenever she wants me to. She may snap twice for me to follow her into the bathroom when she needs to pee so I can wash her pussy with a warm cloth and dry it. On occasion, she tells me to lick her clean.
Other things she has trained me to do include foot rubs, back rubs, and hot baths where I wash and dry her. I also dry her after her shower.
When she first locks me up for a new chastity period, she has me kneel down and she shows me her pussy while I repeat the pussy pledge: "This pussy belongs to my key-holder, Sabrina. She controls me with this pussy. I will obey her commands and fulfill her wishes."
How she humiliates me
Regular teasing and humiliation is the key to keeping me locked up in the chastity device. Practically speaking, I could refuse to put the Curve on if there was nothing in it for me. However, I crave for domination, especially sexual humiliation, and so she dishes out a little (or a lot) every day.
When we have sex, I try very hard to give her a pleasurable orgasm. She likes it when I lick her to orgasm. She also likes to fuck me with her on top while I suck her tits. In the old days, she would rarely come but I did come every time. That's not the case anymore. If I don't make her come, she usually locks me back up without an orgasm. That way I'll be very motivated to get her in the mood to come next time and to be gentle and loving. If I do come, she expects me to clean her up afterwards. I usually do this with a warm washcloth, but lately, she's been telling me to lick her clean because it is more humiliating.
Thursday, December 27, 2012
LOVE/SPIRIT: WHAT I LEARNED ABOUT LOVE
There are some who spend their whole lives seeking love. Sometimes giving, sometimes taking. Sometimes chasing. But often, just waiting. They believe that love is a place that you get to: a destination at the end of a long road. And they can’t wait for that road to end at their destination. They are those hearts moved by the movement of hearts. Those hopeless romantics, the sucker for a love story, or any sincere expression of true devotion. For them, the search is almost a lifelong obsession of sorts. But, this tragic ‘quest’ can have its costs—and its’ gifts.
The path of expectations and the ‘falling in love with love’ is a painful one, but it can bring its own lessons. Lessons about the nature of love, this world, people, and one’s own heart, can pave this often painful path. Most of all, this path can bring its own lessons about the Creator of love.
Those who take this route will often reach the knowledge that the human love they seek was not the destination. Some form of that human love, can be a gift. It can be a means. But the moment you make it the End, you will fall. And you will live your whole life with the wrong focus. You will become willing to sacrifice the Goal for the sake of the means. You will give your life to reaching a ‘destination’ of worldly perfection that does not exist.
And the one who runs after a mirage, never gets there; but keeps running. And so too will you keep running, and be willing to lose sleep, cry, bleed, and sacrifice precious parts of yourself—at times, even your own dignity. But you’ll never reach what you’re looking for in this life, because what you seek isn’t a worldly destination. The type of perfection you seek cannot be found in the material world. It can only be found in God.
That image of human love that you seek is an illusion in the desert of life. So if that is what you seek, you’ll keep chasing. But no matter how close you get to a mirage, you never touch it. You don’t own an image. You can’t hold a creation of your own mind.
Yet, you will give your whole life, still, to reaching this ‘place’. You do this because in the fairy tale, that’s where the story ends. It ends at the finding, the joining, the wedding. It is found at the oneness of two souls. And everyone around you will make you think that your path ends there: at the place where you meet your soul mate, your other half—at the point in the path where you get married. Then and only then, they tell you, will you ever finally be complete. This, of course, is a lie because completion cannot be found in anything other than God.
But the lesson you’ve been taught since the time you were little—from every story, every song, every movie, every ad, every well-meaning auntie—is that you aren’t complete otherwise. And if—God forbid—you are one of the ‘outcasts’ who haven’t gotten married, or have been divorced, you are considered deficient or incomplete in some way.
The lesson you’re taught is that the story ends at the wedding, and then that’s when paradise begins. That’s when you’ll be saved and completed and everything that was once broken will be fixed. The only problem is, that’s not where the story ends. That’s where it begins. That’s where the building starts: the building of a life, the building of your character, the building of , patience, perseverance, and sacrifice. The building of selflessness. The building of love. I learned this lesson from my failed marriage.
But if the person you marry becomes your ultimate focus in life, your struggle has just begun. Now your spouse will become your greatest test. Until you remove that person from the place in your heart that only God should be, it will keep hurting. Ironically, your spouse will become the tool for this painful extraction process, until you learn that there are places in the human heart made only by—and for—God.
Among the other lessons you may learn along this path—after a long road of loss, gain, failure, success, and so many mistakes—is that there are at least 2 types of love. There will be some people you love because of what you get from them: what they give you, the way they make you feel. This is perhaps the majority of love—which is also what makes much of love so unstable. A person’s capacity to give is inconstant and changing. Your response to what you are given is also inconstant and changing. So if you’re chasing a feeling, you’ll always be chasing. No feeling is ever constant. If love is dependent on this, it too becomes inconstant and changing. And just like everything in this world, the more you chase it, the more it will run away from you.This is they type of relationship I had all my life.
But, once in a while, people enter your life that you love—not for what they give you—but for what they are. The beauty you see in them is a reflection of the Creator, so you love them. Now suddenly it isn’t about what you’re getting, but rather what you can give. This is unselfish love. This second type of love is the most rare. And if it is based in, and not competing with, the love of God, it will also bring about the most joy. To love in any other way is to need, to be dependent, to have expectations—all the ingredients for misery and disappointment. I have only experienced this once with Joanne.
So for all those, who have spent their life seeking, know that purity of any thing is found at the Source. If it is love that you seek, seek it through God. Every other stream, not based in His love, poisons the one who drinks from it. And the drinker will continue to drink, until the poison all but kills him. He will continue to die more and more inside, until he stops and finds the pure Source of water.
Once you begin to see everything beautiful as only a reflection of God’s beauty, you will learn to love in the right way: for His sake. Everything and everyone you love with be for, through and because of Him. The foundation of such love is God. So what you hold onto will no longer be just an unstable feeling, a fleeting emotion. And what you chase will no longer be just a temporary high. What you hold, what you chase, what you love, will be God: the *only* thing stable and constant. Thereafter, everything else will be through Him. Everything you give or take or love or don’t love, will be by Him. Not by your nafs. It will be for Him. Not for your nafs.
This means you will love what He loves and not love what He does not love. And when you do love, you will give to the creation—not for what you can get in return from them. You will love and you will give, but you will be sufficed from Him. And the one who is sufficed by God, is the richest and most generous of all lovers. Your love will be by Him, for Him, and because of Him. That is the liberation of the self from servitude to any created thing. And that is freedom. That is happiness.
That is love.
The path of expectations and the ‘falling in love with love’ is a painful one, but it can bring its own lessons. Lessons about the nature of love, this world, people, and one’s own heart, can pave this often painful path. Most of all, this path can bring its own lessons about the Creator of love.
Those who take this route will often reach the knowledge that the human love they seek was not the destination. Some form of that human love, can be a gift. It can be a means. But the moment you make it the End, you will fall. And you will live your whole life with the wrong focus. You will become willing to sacrifice the Goal for the sake of the means. You will give your life to reaching a ‘destination’ of worldly perfection that does not exist.
And the one who runs after a mirage, never gets there; but keeps running. And so too will you keep running, and be willing to lose sleep, cry, bleed, and sacrifice precious parts of yourself—at times, even your own dignity. But you’ll never reach what you’re looking for in this life, because what you seek isn’t a worldly destination. The type of perfection you seek cannot be found in the material world. It can only be found in God.
That image of human love that you seek is an illusion in the desert of life. So if that is what you seek, you’ll keep chasing. But no matter how close you get to a mirage, you never touch it. You don’t own an image. You can’t hold a creation of your own mind.
Yet, you will give your whole life, still, to reaching this ‘place’. You do this because in the fairy tale, that’s where the story ends. It ends at the finding, the joining, the wedding. It is found at the oneness of two souls. And everyone around you will make you think that your path ends there: at the place where you meet your soul mate, your other half—at the point in the path where you get married. Then and only then, they tell you, will you ever finally be complete. This, of course, is a lie because completion cannot be found in anything other than God.
But the lesson you’ve been taught since the time you were little—from every story, every song, every movie, every ad, every well-meaning auntie—is that you aren’t complete otherwise. And if—God forbid—you are one of the ‘outcasts’ who haven’t gotten married, or have been divorced, you are considered deficient or incomplete in some way.
The lesson you’re taught is that the story ends at the wedding, and then that’s when paradise begins. That’s when you’ll be saved and completed and everything that was once broken will be fixed. The only problem is, that’s not where the story ends. That’s where it begins. That’s where the building starts: the building of a life, the building of your character, the building of , patience, perseverance, and sacrifice. The building of selflessness. The building of love. I learned this lesson from my failed marriage.
But if the person you marry becomes your ultimate focus in life, your struggle has just begun. Now your spouse will become your greatest test. Until you remove that person from the place in your heart that only God should be, it will keep hurting. Ironically, your spouse will become the tool for this painful extraction process, until you learn that there are places in the human heart made only by—and for—God.
Among the other lessons you may learn along this path—after a long road of loss, gain, failure, success, and so many mistakes—is that there are at least 2 types of love. There will be some people you love because of what you get from them: what they give you, the way they make you feel. This is perhaps the majority of love—which is also what makes much of love so unstable. A person’s capacity to give is inconstant and changing. Your response to what you are given is also inconstant and changing. So if you’re chasing a feeling, you’ll always be chasing. No feeling is ever constant. If love is dependent on this, it too becomes inconstant and changing. And just like everything in this world, the more you chase it, the more it will run away from you.This is they type of relationship I had all my life.
But, once in a while, people enter your life that you love—not for what they give you—but for what they are. The beauty you see in them is a reflection of the Creator, so you love them. Now suddenly it isn’t about what you’re getting, but rather what you can give. This is unselfish love. This second type of love is the most rare. And if it is based in, and not competing with, the love of God, it will also bring about the most joy. To love in any other way is to need, to be dependent, to have expectations—all the ingredients for misery and disappointment. I have only experienced this once with Joanne.
So for all those, who have spent their life seeking, know that purity of any thing is found at the Source. If it is love that you seek, seek it through God. Every other stream, not based in His love, poisons the one who drinks from it. And the drinker will continue to drink, until the poison all but kills him. He will continue to die more and more inside, until he stops and finds the pure Source of water.
Once you begin to see everything beautiful as only a reflection of God’s beauty, you will learn to love in the right way: for His sake. Everything and everyone you love with be for, through and because of Him. The foundation of such love is God. So what you hold onto will no longer be just an unstable feeling, a fleeting emotion. And what you chase will no longer be just a temporary high. What you hold, what you chase, what you love, will be God: the *only* thing stable and constant. Thereafter, everything else will be through Him. Everything you give or take or love or don’t love, will be by Him. Not by your nafs. It will be for Him. Not for your nafs.
This means you will love what He loves and not love what He does not love. And when you do love, you will give to the creation—not for what you can get in return from them. You will love and you will give, but you will be sufficed from Him. And the one who is sufficed by God, is the richest and most generous of all lovers. Your love will be by Him, for Him, and because of Him. That is the liberation of the self from servitude to any created thing. And that is freedom. That is happiness.
That is love.
Wednesday, December 26, 2012
LOVE: SOME WOMAN DON'T WANT TO GROW UP
Life's funny. To a kid, time always drags. Suddenly you're fifty. All that's left of your childhood... fits in a rusty little box
Our society is full of lost boys and girls hanging out at the edge of adulthood,someone who refuses to settle down and make commitments, and who would rather go on partying into middle age.If you read the newspapers, all you hear is that young people’s lives have never been as horrible as today — which basically requires historical amnesia, because that is not the case. Recession and economic depressions have happened across the past century. People are scared of thinking of themselves as adults. They cannot see anything good that comes with being an adult; all our cultural values are with youth and the further we move away from that, the more anxious they become. They read books aimed at children and teenagers (such as Harry Potter, Hunger Games and Twilight), the popularity of cartoons such as the Simpsons, and the rise of adults playing computer games, are symptoms of this desire to escape adulthood. People are frightened of what the future might hold and are terrified of taking risks. People now avoid or postpone thinking about making a commitment to others for fear they will get hurt. the decisions on whether to marry or not marry, start a family or not, travel or stay put, stick in your existing job or find a new one can make us overwhelmed, anxious and depressed.
Of course, there is one decision that a woman — even of the Peter Pan variety — cannot put off for ever, and that is whether to have a child. They fool myself into thinking that they don’t have to decide just yet and cling to any headline about women having their children at 41 and 42 as proof that, yes, there is plenty of time. But is there? The obvious truth is that fertility plummets in your 30s and you will wake up one day and regret that you missed the boat on babies altogether. Your fertility has a limited lifespan and you are simply being reckless with chance. If you're over 32 and heartbroken over a breakup with the guy who you hoped would be 'the one' or haven't had a good date in a while or watch your close friends go on to their second or third pregnancy, it will be unbearable your anticipation of turning 33... 34... 35 and remaining single will create more anxiety than anything else in your life. Once you hit 35, you will realized that despite your dreams (and deep biological and emotional desire to be a mother), You will be still happy for all the other things in my life. Being an aunt ..but you are fooling yourself. People assume you never wanted kids because you don't have any.Is that you want?
Our society is full of lost boys and girls hanging out at the edge of adulthood,someone who refuses to settle down and make commitments, and who would rather go on partying into middle age.If you read the newspapers, all you hear is that young people’s lives have never been as horrible as today — which basically requires historical amnesia, because that is not the case. Recession and economic depressions have happened across the past century. People are scared of thinking of themselves as adults. They cannot see anything good that comes with being an adult; all our cultural values are with youth and the further we move away from that, the more anxious they become. They read books aimed at children and teenagers (such as Harry Potter, Hunger Games and Twilight), the popularity of cartoons such as the Simpsons, and the rise of adults playing computer games, are symptoms of this desire to escape adulthood. People are frightened of what the future might hold and are terrified of taking risks. People now avoid or postpone thinking about making a commitment to others for fear they will get hurt. the decisions on whether to marry or not marry, start a family or not, travel or stay put, stick in your existing job or find a new one can make us overwhelmed, anxious and depressed.
Of course, there is one decision that a woman — even of the Peter Pan variety — cannot put off for ever, and that is whether to have a child. They fool myself into thinking that they don’t have to decide just yet and cling to any headline about women having their children at 41 and 42 as proof that, yes, there is plenty of time. But is there? The obvious truth is that fertility plummets in your 30s and you will wake up one day and regret that you missed the boat on babies altogether. Your fertility has a limited lifespan and you are simply being reckless with chance. If you're over 32 and heartbroken over a breakup with the guy who you hoped would be 'the one' or haven't had a good date in a while or watch your close friends go on to their second or third pregnancy, it will be unbearable your anticipation of turning 33... 34... 35 and remaining single will create more anxiety than anything else in your life. Once you hit 35, you will realized that despite your dreams (and deep biological and emotional desire to be a mother), You will be still happy for all the other things in my life. Being an aunt ..but you are fooling yourself. People assume you never wanted kids because you don't have any.Is that you want?
LOVE: THE FAMILY MAN (MOVIE)
I'm an unashamed lover of movies as well as books, and I have a special place reserved in my heart for movies that feel that deal destiny and love. What if you had done this instead of that? Our lives turn on the decisions we make every day. Most of those decisions are probably largely inconsequential in the grand scheme of things. But then there are the big ones, the decisions that will shape your life, that will in effect determine who you are. What if you got a do-over on one of those big decisions? Or at least got a glimpse of what your life would have been had you zigged where once you zagged? Jack Campbell is about to get such a glimpse. The Family Man is one of my favorite movie of all time. Nicolas Cage plays Campbell and he's an extremely successful Wall Street executive, a driven career man who thinks of money first, last and always. He's got it all. The swanky Manhattan penthouse, the Ferrari, the supermodel types crawling into his bed. Suffice to say Jack is not a family man. Then one foggy Christmas Eve it's not Santa who comes to say something to Jack but Cash. Who is Cash? Well, we're never entirely sure. An angel of some sort perhaps? Anyhow Cash asks Jack what he needs in life. Jack answers that he has everything he needs. Wrong answer. The next morning, Christmas morning, Jack wakes up in New Jersey. With a wife, two kids, a dog and a job as a tire salesman.
Years earlier Jack had flown off to London for an internship which started him down the path to the gloriously wealthy life he now so thoroughly enjoyed. But by getting on that plane he had left his college sweetheart behind. He chose money, not love. Now all of a sudden he's living the life he would have had if he had gone for love all those many years ago. It's a life of dirty diapers, minivans and bowling. And it's a life Jack desperately wants to escape. But Cash isn't going to let him off the hook that easily. Jack has to learn something about life, about himself. Will he come to embrace his new life as the family man? And if he does, then what? Cash has told Jack this is just a glimpse. A glimpse is a fleeting, temporary thing
Sometimes what seems right at a certain moment years later seems to be the epitome of poor judgment. Often our thinking is clouded and we don't even know it. Hence, years later one might ask: "How could I have done such a thing?" You think you're doing the right thing and later discover that what you did was motivated by pure selfishness, but you did not know that at the time. A man and woman have a relationship, one decides to leave; two lives are changed forever. Like it or not, we are interdependent on each other. What party A does can affect the lives the parties B, C, D, E, etc. Life is a crap shoot; there's no saying how the dice will roll. It's like a roulette wheel that never stops spinning
I will say that the show stealer was the child who played the daughter. Whether it was just her age that allowed her to play it with such innocence, or she has the same acting potential as Haley Joel Osment; she was very convincing. She reminded me of the same innocence that Gabby Hoffman had when she was in "Uncle Buck". 'Nuff said, the movie was heartfelt but Cliche'd
I also have to say.I defy any man after seeing this movie to not want to live with Tea Leoni as Kate. I totally communicated with the love story. It is not about career choices, or life choices. It is about living with the person you love, and discover that the sacrifices, the things you planned, like becoming famous, going to Wall Street, and be rich, or powerful, are lifeless, void. The revelation comes with the singing of a love song during a birthday party. Everyone thinks it is corny, until you understand the meaning of it. That two people love each other, and have dedicated their lives to being together. As the French singer Julien Clerc said: "When you are cold, I am the only one who knows". Love is about that solitude of two people in their own universe. Some tough questions are asked, of course. Did you never regret your choice, honey? And the movie does a fantastic job answering those questions. And tall as a King of Men, is the man who walks quietly to his job as a tire salesman, when he knows he has EVERYTHING. So you think it is cruel to be sent to the suburbs after ruling Wall Street, but try to imagine what it is to be sent back to an empty apartment with a view, after sharing one last night with the woman you love, in the quiet peace of your home, with two kids (and a dog). Of course it is a movie, but try to imagine what it means, to run after someone you love, with a crazy story at hand, knowing it is your last chance to make it happen, 13 years later. Try to imagine what it would be like if he/she just turns away and goes (and that YOU KNOW what you are missing). Insane
I am looking for my Kate. I think I have it all, but I don't. If you are here now...I would say the same thing that Nicolas Cage said at the end of the movie: "We have a house in Jersey! We have two kids. Annie and Josh. Annie's not much of a violin player, but she tries real hard. She's a little precocious, but that's only because she says what's on her mind. And when she smiles...And Josh, has your eyes. He doesn't say much,but we know he's smart. He's always got his eyes open. You know,he's always watching us. Sometimes you can look at him and you just know...he's learning something new.It's like witnessing a miracle.The house is a mess,but it's ours.After more payments,It's going to be ours. And you, you're a nonprofit lawyer.That' s right. You're completely nonprofit.But that doesn't seem to bother you. And we're in love. After 13 years of marriage,we're still unbelievably in love. You won't even let me touch you till I've said it.I sing to you.Not all the time, but definitely on special occasions.And we've... we've dealt with our share of surprises and made a lot of sacrifices, but we stayed together.You see,you're a better person than I am,and it made me a better person to be around you. I don't know. Maybe it was all just a dream. Maybe I went to bed one lonely night in December, and I imagined it all, but...I swear, nothing's ever felt more real. And if you get on that plane right now, I'll disappear forever. I know we could both go on with our lives, and we'd both be fine. But I've seen...what we could be like together. And I choose us.Please, Kate. One cup of coffee. You can always go to Paris. Just... please,not tonight."
Nicolas Cage plays a slick Wall Street powerbroker who has it all: money, money, money, and power. Jack Campbell's lacking a family, but he doesn't see that as a bad thing. He's also driven, obsessed with improving the company he works for - he even schedules a "crisis meeting" on Christmas Day. This guy's got balls, all right. He's making loot hand over fist, and he's probably on his way to an ulcer or a heart attack before he hits fifty.
On Christmas Eve, he gets a phone message from an ex-girlfriend (Tea Leoni). Years earlier, the two of them had made a decision crucial to their lives - he went to England to intern with a prestigious bank, and she went to one of the finest law schools in the country. This facilitated their breakup, but since Jack's made out rather well in the interim, he pays the call little mind. Then that night, he stops by a convenience store to pick up some egg nog. An irate lottery player (the always reliable and watchable Don Cheadle) pulls a gun on the clerk behind the counter. Jack offers to buy the man's lottery ticket in an effort to calm the situation, and even attempts to rehabilitate the hoodlum. "Cmon," Jack tells him, "everyone needs something." "What do you need?" Cash asks him. Jack considers the point, then replies there's nothing he needs. "Ok," says Cash, "but just remember, you got yourself into this." Hmm.
The next morning, Jack wakes up in bed with the lovely, the delicious, the married-in-real-life-to-Tea Leoni. And he has two kids. And a dog. And whoa! This isn't Jack's life, is it? He doesn't like kids! And here they come, bouncing on the bed he shares with Kate. It's Christmas Day, after all. But Jack's in shock. He panics, grabs the keys to their minivan (Hey! Where's his Porsche?) and dashes off to the city. What's going on?
Seems Cash is some kinda sorta angel or something (it's never really explained), and he's offering Jack a "glimpse" of what his life would have been like if he had stuck with Kate back in the day. Now, those of us who are of a certain age do wonder from time to time what life would have been like if different decisions had been made. Jack's problem is that his wonderment is now his reality. And it's most certainly not the reality he's looking for! The Single Jack is a hedonist who recognizes only responsibilities to his job. The Married Jack pays more attention to his familial responsibilities.
So we have a general fish-out-of-water scenario. Jack knows he's Single Jack, and naturally he has neither knowledge nor memory of life as Married Jack. He doesn't know his friends, his in-laws, his co-workers (he works as a tire salesman!), nothing. He doesn't even know where he lives! Ah yes, mad hijinks ensue. It's like in that Jim Carrey movie The Truman Show - the audience is in on the joke, but the lead character has no idea. See Jack stumble over gettin' jiggy with his wife! See him mumble greetings to friends he doesn't know! See him stand with his mouth agape most of the time, trying in vain to absorb everything.
There is one memorable poignant and heartwarming scene I should mention. He forgets their wedding anniversary. The little girl suggests he take his wife for dinner into the city. They eat, and dance at a high class restaurant, he has planned a plush hotel room with champagne. She asks "What are you sure about?" He looks at this beautiful woman, she is stunning, "All this time I never stopped loving you". I am sure right now, there's nowhere else I would rather be than here with you". She whispers "That's all I wanted to hear" ... and he is of course out of the doghouse.
Years earlier Jack had flown off to London for an internship which started him down the path to the gloriously wealthy life he now so thoroughly enjoyed. But by getting on that plane he had left his college sweetheart behind. He chose money, not love. Now all of a sudden he's living the life he would have had if he had gone for love all those many years ago. It's a life of dirty diapers, minivans and bowling. And it's a life Jack desperately wants to escape. But Cash isn't going to let him off the hook that easily. Jack has to learn something about life, about himself. Will he come to embrace his new life as the family man? And if he does, then what? Cash has told Jack this is just a glimpse. A glimpse is a fleeting, temporary thing
Sometimes what seems right at a certain moment years later seems to be the epitome of poor judgment. Often our thinking is clouded and we don't even know it. Hence, years later one might ask: "How could I have done such a thing?" You think you're doing the right thing and later discover that what you did was motivated by pure selfishness, but you did not know that at the time. A man and woman have a relationship, one decides to leave; two lives are changed forever. Like it or not, we are interdependent on each other. What party A does can affect the lives the parties B, C, D, E, etc. Life is a crap shoot; there's no saying how the dice will roll. It's like a roulette wheel that never stops spinning
I will say that the show stealer was the child who played the daughter. Whether it was just her age that allowed her to play it with such innocence, or she has the same acting potential as Haley Joel Osment; she was very convincing. She reminded me of the same innocence that Gabby Hoffman had when she was in "Uncle Buck". 'Nuff said, the movie was heartfelt but Cliche'd
I also have to say.I defy any man after seeing this movie to not want to live with Tea Leoni as Kate. I totally communicated with the love story. It is not about career choices, or life choices. It is about living with the person you love, and discover that the sacrifices, the things you planned, like becoming famous, going to Wall Street, and be rich, or powerful, are lifeless, void. The revelation comes with the singing of a love song during a birthday party. Everyone thinks it is corny, until you understand the meaning of it. That two people love each other, and have dedicated their lives to being together. As the French singer Julien Clerc said: "When you are cold, I am the only one who knows". Love is about that solitude of two people in their own universe. Some tough questions are asked, of course. Did you never regret your choice, honey? And the movie does a fantastic job answering those questions. And tall as a King of Men, is the man who walks quietly to his job as a tire salesman, when he knows he has EVERYTHING. So you think it is cruel to be sent to the suburbs after ruling Wall Street, but try to imagine what it is to be sent back to an empty apartment with a view, after sharing one last night with the woman you love, in the quiet peace of your home, with two kids (and a dog). Of course it is a movie, but try to imagine what it means, to run after someone you love, with a crazy story at hand, knowing it is your last chance to make it happen, 13 years later. Try to imagine what it would be like if he/she just turns away and goes (and that YOU KNOW what you are missing). Insane
I am looking for my Kate. I think I have it all, but I don't. If you are here now...I would say the same thing that Nicolas Cage said at the end of the movie: "We have a house in Jersey! We have two kids. Annie and Josh. Annie's not much of a violin player, but she tries real hard. She's a little precocious, but that's only because she says what's on her mind. And when she smiles...And Josh, has your eyes. He doesn't say much,but we know he's smart. He's always got his eyes open. You know,he's always watching us. Sometimes you can look at him and you just know...he's learning something new.It's like witnessing a miracle.The house is a mess,but it's ours.After more payments,It's going to be ours. And you, you're a nonprofit lawyer.That' s right. You're completely nonprofit.But that doesn't seem to bother you. And we're in love. After 13 years of marriage,we're still unbelievably in love. You won't even let me touch you till I've said it.I sing to you.Not all the time, but definitely on special occasions.And we've... we've dealt with our share of surprises and made a lot of sacrifices, but we stayed together.You see,you're a better person than I am,and it made me a better person to be around you. I don't know. Maybe it was all just a dream. Maybe I went to bed one lonely night in December, and I imagined it all, but...I swear, nothing's ever felt more real. And if you get on that plane right now, I'll disappear forever. I know we could both go on with our lives, and we'd both be fine. But I've seen...what we could be like together. And I choose us.Please, Kate. One cup of coffee. You can always go to Paris. Just... please,not tonight."
Nicolas Cage plays a slick Wall Street powerbroker who has it all: money, money, money, and power. Jack Campbell's lacking a family, but he doesn't see that as a bad thing. He's also driven, obsessed with improving the company he works for - he even schedules a "crisis meeting" on Christmas Day. This guy's got balls, all right. He's making loot hand over fist, and he's probably on his way to an ulcer or a heart attack before he hits fifty.
On Christmas Eve, he gets a phone message from an ex-girlfriend (Tea Leoni). Years earlier, the two of them had made a decision crucial to their lives - he went to England to intern with a prestigious bank, and she went to one of the finest law schools in the country. This facilitated their breakup, but since Jack's made out rather well in the interim, he pays the call little mind. Then that night, he stops by a convenience store to pick up some egg nog. An irate lottery player (the always reliable and watchable Don Cheadle) pulls a gun on the clerk behind the counter. Jack offers to buy the man's lottery ticket in an effort to calm the situation, and even attempts to rehabilitate the hoodlum. "Cmon," Jack tells him, "everyone needs something." "What do you need?" Cash asks him. Jack considers the point, then replies there's nothing he needs. "Ok," says Cash, "but just remember, you got yourself into this." Hmm.
The next morning, Jack wakes up in bed with the lovely, the delicious, the married-in-real-life-to-Tea Leoni. And he has two kids. And a dog. And whoa! This isn't Jack's life, is it? He doesn't like kids! And here they come, bouncing on the bed he shares with Kate. It's Christmas Day, after all. But Jack's in shock. He panics, grabs the keys to their minivan (Hey! Where's his Porsche?) and dashes off to the city. What's going on?
Seems Cash is some kinda sorta angel or something (it's never really explained), and he's offering Jack a "glimpse" of what his life would have been like if he had stuck with Kate back in the day. Now, those of us who are of a certain age do wonder from time to time what life would have been like if different decisions had been made. Jack's problem is that his wonderment is now his reality. And it's most certainly not the reality he's looking for! The Single Jack is a hedonist who recognizes only responsibilities to his job. The Married Jack pays more attention to his familial responsibilities.
So we have a general fish-out-of-water scenario. Jack knows he's Single Jack, and naturally he has neither knowledge nor memory of life as Married Jack. He doesn't know his friends, his in-laws, his co-workers (he works as a tire salesman!), nothing. He doesn't even know where he lives! Ah yes, mad hijinks ensue. It's like in that Jim Carrey movie The Truman Show - the audience is in on the joke, but the lead character has no idea. See Jack stumble over gettin' jiggy with his wife! See him mumble greetings to friends he doesn't know! See him stand with his mouth agape most of the time, trying in vain to absorb everything.
There is one memorable poignant and heartwarming scene I should mention. He forgets their wedding anniversary. The little girl suggests he take his wife for dinner into the city. They eat, and dance at a high class restaurant, he has planned a plush hotel room with champagne. She asks "What are you sure about?" He looks at this beautiful woman, she is stunning, "All this time I never stopped loving you". I am sure right now, there's nowhere else I would rather be than here with you". She whispers "That's all I wanted to hear" ... and he is of course out of the doghouse.
Sunday, December 23, 2012
POETRY: INSIDE YOUR PRECIOUS HEART
I know you've been hurt before
And I see that the pain is still there
Blinding you from all of my love
That your heart just won't fall for.
Fear of your past is no way to live
You have to find a way to trust again
Or how will it end? How will it end?
If you let me
I'll show you true love
The way it's meant to be
If you let me
Inside your precious heart
I'll be yours, exclusively!
So pleased to be a part of you
I often fantasize just us two
And I'm wondering if you do the same
The first time we touched was such a warm embrace
And it won't leave my mind
Girl, what have you done but turned my world upside down.
Why not give love a try?
I can see it in your eyes
I sense you wanting me to come inside, so?
I'll show you the things that you've been yearning for
No matter the time, you won't be ignored
Be the man you've desired and all you adore
Supply all your needs and then give you more
If you let me
I'll show you true love
The way it's meant to be
If you let me
Inside your precious heart
I'll be yours, exclusively!
2
Baby, my love for you
Has grown out-of-control,
So I promise this to you:
My mind, body, and soul.
My mind, so you can come to me
Whenever you're in pain.
I will cry those tears with you;
It will not be in vain.
My body, so I can hold you
Whenever you're in despair,
So when you feel used and torn,
Remember I'll be there.
My soul, so I can always show
That my love for you runs deep,
And those tender words you spoke to me,
In my heart I'll always keep.
So listen to my vow to you,
Take it into your heart.
Always know that I'll always care
When you've been tossed about.
You can run to me,
As long as you know
That I have promised this to you:
My mind, body, and soul.
3
I wanted
so badly
to cup your face
with my hands
and draw myself
nearer to you
to be just an inch away
from your lovely lips
to gaze into your eyes
for just one moment
and then to cover your lips
with mine
for many, many moments
4
I feel the rain falling all around me,
Sitting alone I think of your sweet lips
Lustfully against mine,
Wishing you were here with your arms solidly around me,
I feel damp coldness rush throughout my body.
I look and see a figure, a hand reaches out for me,
I stand to look you in the face,
Could this be?
You embrace me into your warm chest,
I feel absorbed by your body.
As you slowly lean down to kiss me,
It feels like eternity until you lay your lips onto mine,
I feel my eyes twinkle from pure delight
And close them so I can entrance my body and mind
To remember this moment forever.
5
If I had my way, there would be no clocks, watches or calendars;
No places we have to go, or things we have to do -
Just an eternity of weekends and days together.
Time enough to take long looks into those beautiful eyes,
And walks through the park with you.
Time enough to talk and listen and hold you in a lingering embrace.
If I had my way, there would finally be enough time to love you
The way I want to love you, the way you deserve to be loved -
totally and endlessly..
6
It has been years since the last time I truly loved
Years of hardship and sorrow
Years of waiting and hoping for that someone
who can't possibly be mine
I cried once, twice, or thrice
Cried and cried like a baby...
Cried till my tears could no longer
shed my distress
Cried still, inside myself, so desperate
that she would love me back.
Nothing can be done...what more can I do
Should I continue this or just give myself
a breathing-space?
Love dictates to wait but my mind dictates
to let go...
These two things that must be considered,
practically equate to love
So, all I did was to let go and be happy
for my dear friend
Even though my heart bleeds for misery,
failure, and despair.
Time has passed, life has moved on...
My wounds were healed by acceptance, comfort,
and contentment
Sacrifices have been made...truly hard to do.
What more can I wish but for me to overcome
these fears?
Fear of loving, of trusting and of hoping.
Contemplating the past years...
has given me the best answer,
Real and true...time changes everything.
7
The ocean waves crash softly onto shore
And the sun creeps silently into the sky
And I open my eyes slowly to see you
Right beside me
I softly touch your tender skin
And as I do comes the whisper of the wind
As it glides softly thru to brace your face
And then climbs thru your hair
And crawls upon my face
I feel the sensation of your love
As the wind lies down slowly to rest upon my face
And I breath in deeply
And your love is quickly spread thru my body
Everything freezes but the time
And soon it is night again
And I look into your eyes
To see the stars of the night
Reflected in your eyes
And I kiss your lips
Slowly we fall asleep again
In each other's arms
To again repeat the sense of your love
And as I close my eyes
The wind glides over your mouth and collects
And then brushes past my ears to echo the words
I love you
And I see that the pain is still there
Blinding you from all of my love
That your heart just won't fall for.
Fear of your past is no way to live
You have to find a way to trust again
Or how will it end? How will it end?
If you let me
I'll show you true love
The way it's meant to be
If you let me
Inside your precious heart
I'll be yours, exclusively!
So pleased to be a part of you
I often fantasize just us two
And I'm wondering if you do the same
The first time we touched was such a warm embrace
And it won't leave my mind
Girl, what have you done but turned my world upside down.
Why not give love a try?
I can see it in your eyes
I sense you wanting me to come inside, so?
I'll show you the things that you've been yearning for
No matter the time, you won't be ignored
Be the man you've desired and all you adore
Supply all your needs and then give you more
If you let me
I'll show you true love
The way it's meant to be
If you let me
Inside your precious heart
I'll be yours, exclusively!
2
Baby, my love for you
Has grown out-of-control,
So I promise this to you:
My mind, body, and soul.
My mind, so you can come to me
Whenever you're in pain.
I will cry those tears with you;
It will not be in vain.
My body, so I can hold you
Whenever you're in despair,
So when you feel used and torn,
Remember I'll be there.
My soul, so I can always show
That my love for you runs deep,
And those tender words you spoke to me,
In my heart I'll always keep.
So listen to my vow to you,
Take it into your heart.
Always know that I'll always care
When you've been tossed about.
You can run to me,
As long as you know
That I have promised this to you:
My mind, body, and soul.
3
I wanted
so badly
to cup your face
with my hands
and draw myself
nearer to you
to be just an inch away
from your lovely lips
to gaze into your eyes
for just one moment
and then to cover your lips
with mine
for many, many moments
4
I feel the rain falling all around me,
Sitting alone I think of your sweet lips
Lustfully against mine,
Wishing you were here with your arms solidly around me,
I feel damp coldness rush throughout my body.
I look and see a figure, a hand reaches out for me,
I stand to look you in the face,
Could this be?
You embrace me into your warm chest,
I feel absorbed by your body.
As you slowly lean down to kiss me,
It feels like eternity until you lay your lips onto mine,
I feel my eyes twinkle from pure delight
And close them so I can entrance my body and mind
To remember this moment forever.
5
If I had my way, there would be no clocks, watches or calendars;
No places we have to go, or things we have to do -
Just an eternity of weekends and days together.
Time enough to take long looks into those beautiful eyes,
And walks through the park with you.
Time enough to talk and listen and hold you in a lingering embrace.
If I had my way, there would finally be enough time to love you
The way I want to love you, the way you deserve to be loved -
totally and endlessly..
6
It has been years since the last time I truly loved
Years of hardship and sorrow
Years of waiting and hoping for that someone
who can't possibly be mine
I cried once, twice, or thrice
Cried and cried like a baby...
Cried till my tears could no longer
shed my distress
Cried still, inside myself, so desperate
that she would love me back.
Nothing can be done...what more can I do
Should I continue this or just give myself
a breathing-space?
Love dictates to wait but my mind dictates
to let go...
These two things that must be considered,
practically equate to love
So, all I did was to let go and be happy
for my dear friend
Even though my heart bleeds for misery,
failure, and despair.
Time has passed, life has moved on...
My wounds were healed by acceptance, comfort,
and contentment
Sacrifices have been made...truly hard to do.
What more can I wish but for me to overcome
these fears?
Fear of loving, of trusting and of hoping.
Contemplating the past years...
has given me the best answer,
Real and true...time changes everything.
7
The ocean waves crash softly onto shore
And the sun creeps silently into the sky
And I open my eyes slowly to see you
Right beside me
I softly touch your tender skin
And as I do comes the whisper of the wind
As it glides softly thru to brace your face
And then climbs thru your hair
And crawls upon my face
I feel the sensation of your love
As the wind lies down slowly to rest upon my face
And I breath in deeply
And your love is quickly spread thru my body
Everything freezes but the time
And soon it is night again
And I look into your eyes
To see the stars of the night
Reflected in your eyes
And I kiss your lips
Slowly we fall asleep again
In each other's arms
To again repeat the sense of your love
And as I close my eyes
The wind glides over your mouth and collects
And then brushes past my ears to echo the words
I love you
LOVE: WE MARRY A LIFESTYLE
Love is an important part of our lives, but we're not love's slaves. Most of all we're not love's fool. Love isn't blind and it isn't stupid,
You know sometimes it is so hard for me to give myself permission to leave a relationship. If i was a really good person, I would stay and work at it. Only a bad person would walk out on a partner and all the hopes they'd had for the future.....and I don't want to be a bad person.
Sometimes I imagine how I would feel if God said to me that I had permission to leave a relationship if I wanted to. I think I would get a strong sense that it would be all right for me to end my relationship and what is best for me. If God said to me..."Hey whatever you want is okay with me"...would be all that I need to feel it's okay to leave.....
I would leave a lot of relationship....without hesitation or confusion. I think that if you get total relief at the thought of getting total permission to leave doesn't clarify the fact that you're already decided to leave....
There are two type of sex...i believe in
Sex that is superficially and feel good
Sex that produces a real close connection that feel good in every level
What doesn't make sense to me is this....So many woman take their clothes off as part of the physical intimacy, but confessing secrets and showing parts of themselves no one else in the world see is hidden. When you sleep with someone..you should not only be physically naked..but emotionally naked as well...and not only does love mean feeling safe as you get naked, it means relaxing into feeling more safe the more naked you get.
You know..love is not the package you carry around, it's the package you deliver. It's not what you feel inside...and certainly not what you say you feel inside...it's what you can give based on what you feel. So many woman in life toss the word.."I love you" and that is all that was.
You know sometimes..when your partner doesn't give to you..it harder for you to feel you have something to give to your partner....but I think.. even thought your partner's been stingy, and miserable and angry and critical, even thought you keep taking care of your partner and it doesn't seem as though she takes care of you...you're still willing to give without expecting to get anything back...that means when you say..." I LOVE YOU", you're not full of bull, Your feelings are about something real..So in spite of how hurt and deprived you feel, if you are still willing to deliver a concrete expression of love, without expecting anything back ..you know how to love.
Lying is to communication what murder is to life. Both are taking away of what's real and precious.
There is always power struggle in any relationship. Every single decision is a fertile soil for power struggle...because every single decision there's a question of who's going to make it and whose needs are going to prevail.
So there are power issues involved with deciding where you're going to go on your first date, when to make love, what you do when you make love, who's allowed to shout and under what circumstances, where you're to go on your vacation, how much money you're going to save, .....everything is a potential source of power struggle.
No wonder people fight in even the healthiest of relationship...there's a rough balance of power and they're just struggling to have their say.Sometimes couples work this out on the basis of need: whoever cares the most about something..makes the decision...other through some rough sense of balance....(you decided what to watch on TV Thursday and I will on Friday) and other work this out on the basis of knowledge or skill ( whoever's best at something makes decision about it)
And then you met someone like me...I can't share power. ..I do this because I feel incredibly unsafe unless I am holding all the reins of power. I feel unsafe without power...as If i am walking the streets of Manhattan with no clothes on.
If your vision of a relationship is about two people eating out all the time..and traveling and mine isn't..then we have a disagreement about our lifestyle. And if we not only disagree but do so passionately, and if this vision of a relationship is of the essence of what you want to get out of life, and mine is for me, too then this disagreement get at the heart of how each want to live and attacks the heart of our relationship. I will give you an example...let say..you decide that all TV in our house must go, that our marriage must be totally TV free for both of us..and let assume that you mean it. I don't think i can stay..in fact i would say alot of people wouldn't stay...no matter how much we love each other. Alot of people will choose to leave rather than actually spend every day of the rest of their lives without the possibility of watching their favorite shows or veg out in front of the tube. To me it is so clear...that lifestyle difference is so critical. It's the reason why people end up choosing a lifestyle over their partner...hell..it's what you want from a relationship in the first place....It's never just a person you wanted to be with...You wanted that person combined with the lifestyle you have with that person. When the overall, basic quality of your life is at stake, you need to feel you can give yourself permission to choose the life that feels good to you over the life that doesn't. Thus the guideline is about where happiness and contentment and satisfaction comes from in life. Of course someone you love is extremely important to the way you life, but your life is your life and the person you love is part of your life. If your lifestyle difference is not such a big deal or you can accommodate your difference within your lifestyle, then you don't have a problem.
If you've ever had a dog or cat...you know how on some level, in spite of your knowing that the two of you are from different species, you have a sense of shared bond. You both like a good meal. You both like a comfortable place to curl up. You both like physical affection. You both like to play.You both have the capacity to care about each other, This sense of connection deep down is part of what creates a real bond between you. But when you start moving away from the dog/cat level toward snake, chicken..level of existence..and then toward the clam or worms level of existence at some point the sense of connection disappears.
You know sometimes it is so hard for me to give myself permission to leave a relationship. If i was a really good person, I would stay and work at it. Only a bad person would walk out on a partner and all the hopes they'd had for the future.....and I don't want to be a bad person.
Sometimes I imagine how I would feel if God said to me that I had permission to leave a relationship if I wanted to. I think I would get a strong sense that it would be all right for me to end my relationship and what is best for me. If God said to me..."Hey whatever you want is okay with me"...would be all that I need to feel it's okay to leave.....
I would leave a lot of relationship....without hesitation or confusion. I think that if you get total relief at the thought of getting total permission to leave doesn't clarify the fact that you're already decided to leave....
There are two type of sex...i believe in
Sex that is superficially and feel good
Sex that produces a real close connection that feel good in every level
What doesn't make sense to me is this....So many woman take their clothes off as part of the physical intimacy, but confessing secrets and showing parts of themselves no one else in the world see is hidden. When you sleep with someone..you should not only be physically naked..but emotionally naked as well...and not only does love mean feeling safe as you get naked, it means relaxing into feeling more safe the more naked you get.
You know..love is not the package you carry around, it's the package you deliver. It's not what you feel inside...and certainly not what you say you feel inside...it's what you can give based on what you feel. So many woman in life toss the word.."I love you" and that is all that was.
You know sometimes..when your partner doesn't give to you..it harder for you to feel you have something to give to your partner....but I think.. even thought your partner's been stingy, and miserable and angry and critical, even thought you keep taking care of your partner and it doesn't seem as though she takes care of you...you're still willing to give without expecting to get anything back...that means when you say..." I LOVE YOU", you're not full of bull, Your feelings are about something real..So in spite of how hurt and deprived you feel, if you are still willing to deliver a concrete expression of love, without expecting anything back ..you know how to love.
Lying is to communication what murder is to life. Both are taking away of what's real and precious.
There is always power struggle in any relationship. Every single decision is a fertile soil for power struggle...because every single decision there's a question of who's going to make it and whose needs are going to prevail.
So there are power issues involved with deciding where you're going to go on your first date, when to make love, what you do when you make love, who's allowed to shout and under what circumstances, where you're to go on your vacation, how much money you're going to save, .....everything is a potential source of power struggle.
No wonder people fight in even the healthiest of relationship...there's a rough balance of power and they're just struggling to have their say.Sometimes couples work this out on the basis of need: whoever cares the most about something..makes the decision...other through some rough sense of balance....(you decided what to watch on TV Thursday and I will on Friday) and other work this out on the basis of knowledge or skill ( whoever's best at something makes decision about it)
And then you met someone like me...I can't share power. ..I do this because I feel incredibly unsafe unless I am holding all the reins of power. I feel unsafe without power...as If i am walking the streets of Manhattan with no clothes on.
If your vision of a relationship is about two people eating out all the time..and traveling and mine isn't..then we have a disagreement about our lifestyle. And if we not only disagree but do so passionately, and if this vision of a relationship is of the essence of what you want to get out of life, and mine is for me, too then this disagreement get at the heart of how each want to live and attacks the heart of our relationship. I will give you an example...let say..you decide that all TV in our house must go, that our marriage must be totally TV free for both of us..and let assume that you mean it. I don't think i can stay..in fact i would say alot of people wouldn't stay...no matter how much we love each other. Alot of people will choose to leave rather than actually spend every day of the rest of their lives without the possibility of watching their favorite shows or veg out in front of the tube. To me it is so clear...that lifestyle difference is so critical. It's the reason why people end up choosing a lifestyle over their partner...hell..it's what you want from a relationship in the first place....It's never just a person you wanted to be with...You wanted that person combined with the lifestyle you have with that person. When the overall, basic quality of your life is at stake, you need to feel you can give yourself permission to choose the life that feels good to you over the life that doesn't. Thus the guideline is about where happiness and contentment and satisfaction comes from in life. Of course someone you love is extremely important to the way you life, but your life is your life and the person you love is part of your life. If your lifestyle difference is not such a big deal or you can accommodate your difference within your lifestyle, then you don't have a problem.
If you've ever had a dog or cat...you know how on some level, in spite of your knowing that the two of you are from different species, you have a sense of shared bond. You both like a good meal. You both like a comfortable place to curl up. You both like physical affection. You both like to play.You both have the capacity to care about each other, This sense of connection deep down is part of what creates a real bond between you. But when you start moving away from the dog/cat level toward snake, chicken..level of existence..and then toward the clam or worms level of existence at some point the sense of connection disappears.
LOVE LETTER: MY LOVE
my love,
You told me it was over. One way or another, everything comes to an end. It's all over some day. That's perhaps one of the most fascinating truths we know about the entire universe. The stars die, the galaxies die, the planets die. And people die too. I've never been a believer, but the day I became interested in astronomy, I think I put aside all that was left of my fear of death. I'd realized that in comparison to the universe, a human being, a single human being, me...is infinitely small. Well, I'm not writing this letter to deliver a profound religious or philosophical lecture. I was just talking to you on the phone. I can still hear the sound of your voice. I imagine you, before my eyes...a beautiful image, a lovely memory I will keep until the end.
This is the first time I've written to you knowing exactly what to say: I love you, I love you, love you, love you. I want you to know that. I want you to know that I love you more than I've ever loved anyone. I want you to know I mean that seriously
You told me it was over. One way or another, everything comes to an end. It's all over some day. That's perhaps one of the most fascinating truths we know about the entire universe. The stars die, the galaxies die, the planets die. And people die too. I've never been a believer, but the day I became interested in astronomy, I think I put aside all that was left of my fear of death. I'd realized that in comparison to the universe, a human being, a single human being, me...is infinitely small. Well, I'm not writing this letter to deliver a profound religious or philosophical lecture. I was just talking to you on the phone. I can still hear the sound of your voice. I imagine you, before my eyes...a beautiful image, a lovely memory I will keep until the end.
This is the first time I've written to you knowing exactly what to say: I love you, I love you, love you, love you. I want you to know that. I want you to know that I love you more than I've ever loved anyone. I want you to know I mean that seriously
Sunday, December 16, 2012
POETRY: YOU BECOME ME
I drew many pictures
But couldn't get it perfect
I sat down for hours
To try and reflect
And then one day
An image of you came along
I knew for sure
I didn't do anything wrong
All my life I searched
And had many diversities
Not knowing if its good
Or just perversity
I thought my life sucked
And everything was in despair
But that feeling in my heart leaves
When I see you there
I knew you were my best
And my final work of art
But all you were
Was an image in my heart
2
the first laugh that answered my laugh
tha first eyes that lit up to see mine
and to me, you are the only love
who lasted my lifetime....
3
When I closed my eyes
I found myself
Wandering the empty streets
In my mind-
Not knowing
Which way to turn
Or if there is
Anywhere for me to go.
Wandering down a road
Alone
I came to a door
Not opened before.
A little scared,
Not knowing what was on the other side,
I slowly turned the door knob
And opened the door.
On the other side
I didn't find an empty road
Waiting to be traveled,
I didn't find loneliness
To consume me.
What I found was Much more,
What I found
Was you
Waiting for me to
Open the door.
4
Come sail on this tender spirit
And, deep down in my heart, swim.
For passion holds no lifeless strings
That bind strength within any limit.
Come fly with these feathered wings
And, without blink, make sky the limit.
For when caution you throw to the wind
With purest faith you?ll reach peak.
Come dwell in this sacred place
And, without fear, let new life begin.
For when all thoughts with baits you sink
Cherished dreams will come within reach.
And if this choice, unequivocally, you make
To dwell in this resting place, my heart -
Even though your reality may be brief
Abundance of joy your heart will reap.
5
I love you
not for what
but for why
not for looks
but for personality
not for anyone else
but for you
not for when
but for now
not for sex
but for love
and that is why i love you
6
Remember being a child,
You looked out your window
To see the ground and everything in it
under a blanket of white?
A big grin formed across your face,
You rushed to get dressed and
ran outside to play in the snow.
It's like when the sun comes out
after a spring rain.
The air smells different.
It's clean and fresh and makes
you want to dance in the puddles.
That's what it's like when you put your arms
around me and hold me close.
When you gently kiss my forehead
and then my lips.
That's the feeling I get when you slip
your hand into mine
And tell me everything will be all right.
7
Traveling through the darkness of life
Your love came to show me the light
It guides my steps through the night
To a place specifically reserved for me
Lovely messages fill up my heart
Assuring me your love is real
Silent voices commune with me
Telling me, you're forever mine
Conspicuous are my thoughts and desire
For unfailing, everlasting, unconditional love
That flows from an ever-faithful heart...
The source of life, the fountain of joy
Many ways I want to express my love
But time and space remain a stumbling block
Nothing else you?ve said and done
Could change my heart from loving you
8
To evaluate the difference between lust and love is my goal
To figure out if there is someone who can stimulate my soul
Lust is wanting something so badly
that your mind makes you think it's real
but when you encounter love, the thought of lust looses its appeal
The constant repitition of, She loves me, she loves me not,"
starts to get old
Wondering if you truly love her is a story untold
You say, "I love you," but is that really true
Can your thought convey what you never knew
The feeling of a sincere look into your eyes,
being mesmerized unable to tell a lie
The feeling of a warm embrace being more than a hug
but an expression of devotion
When the remedy for pain is a simple kiss
instead of just a simple kiss
When the thought of losing her demolishes your spirit
When "I Love You" becomes more than something you say
But a contract between two lovers
allowing your souls to become as one
That's Love
I know it, because I feel it
Every day that we're together, every day that we're apart
It feels like I'm loving you for the first time
It's not just something you think about
It's something you have to know and feel
And I feel like I can love you till my last breath
and even then my last breath will be my testiomony
of love for you all over again
9
Eyes should only be able to see skin deep,
But why do I feel like your vision can penetrate my soul.
Why does life without you seem constantly less than whole?
Is it that I inadvertingly offered you the controls to my heart?
What would happen if our lives seperated and you and I fell apart?
We have known each other for months into years,
And through the power we hold together
Fought through sorrow and the flow of tears.
It is the future that I categorize as one word: Scary,
Because you and I, as friends, always seems a little more than ordinary.
You'll be in my mind before I fall asleep,
As I wonder how you can still see me further than skin deep.
I'll also ponder whether we can make memories
Which You and I will always want to keep.
10
A dying rose in a yard
becoming thirsty
for a small sip of love.
Wondering when he will
have a taste again.
Will it be today, tommorow
or a week?
It better be soon or he will be dead.
As a drop of water falls
from the sky...
He realizes she loves him.
11
We kissed, once,
that first time.
I felt something of you enter me,
there in that place where dwells
who I truly am.
Something of you, planted itself in my heart.
A small pod? A seed? Maybe.
Something that is you. Certainly.
It then took to earth, my body its soil.
Sprouting, taking root just there.
Nurtured by the warmth
provided by only you now;
freeing me, feeding me.
Growing quickly and strong indeed,
un-expectantly, its tiny roots take over
my system- replace my veins,
circumnavigating me many times over.
This my earth,
piece by piece,
from the inside out. You are so very strong,
taking a firm hold of me, a sapling.
The rains that feed, provide for you there,
are the tears my soul sheds for you.
You become me
and now I, you
become one, the same.
That small seed was you, an acorn,
the fruit of you,
and we will become oak,
mighty as one.
Weakness becomes our strength,
in each other,
in the middle our time is marked,
by the rings of our growth.
Only you can now move me.
That wind, your breath,
sways me, to and fro, rocking me gently;
shakes me to my thick;
singing to me, calming me,
soothing me all over;
leaves and branches all in unison, melodic.
I am now surrendered.
I am now at peace.
This is
Why
When
You are away, only you can hurt me.
This absence of you, hurts me;
parts of me begin
to wither, slowly at first.
The extremities turn brown.
Autumn and Winter all at once
from all angles, cold, hungry, I starve,
begin to die, my core, my thick is bruised.
Alone I cannot survive.
12
You're a caramel queen with a little bit of honey.
When I hear from you, I can't help but act funny.
Dreaming of a kiss from your sweet-candied lips.
Your love's got me drunk just from taking a sip.
Now it's time for me to let you know,
I have your love on my mind and I can't let you go.
I dream of you so many times at night.
No other lady could ever treat me so right.
I know you're an angel with bright golden wings,
'cause nothing compares to the joy that your love brings.
If I was king of the world, you would still come first.
I have so much love inside of me I think I may burst.
Even the goddess of love would envy you,
'cause until she met you -- true love she never knew.
But it still rains from the clouds above.
We're a pair, YOU and I, each like a turtle-dove.
I could never love another, no matter the predicament,
all I need to survive is your love and encouragement.
I have so much love for you, more than any other at all,
myself included, while I stumble and fall...
Deeper and deeper in this love that's so pure.
If I'm sick with it -- then it's you who holds the cure.
I'd hold you in my arms and whisper in your ear,
"I LOVE YOU," if I could only hold you near.
I'd give you my mind, my soul and my heart,
so we could be together forever and never part.
I promise you would never shed any tears.
I'd ease your mind and erase all your fears.
You're too beautiful to ever try to explain,
I promise I would never make you sad, mad, or make you complain.
Stolen from the skies are the stars in your eyes.
The love I feel for you I will never disguise.
One kiss and I'll be yours, even more so with two.
I close my eyes and I smile because it's all I can do.
I'd be your hero and you could call me your man,
I'd keep you safe from harm as I'd do all I can...
To please you and hold you when you need it the most,
to be your special "one and only," to brag and to boast.
If I woke up every morning just to see your pretty face,
I'd never ever wish to be in any other place.
I can go on forever letting you know how I feel.
I gotta let you know that I'm keeping it real.
I pray for the day we can both unite.
It would be more than a blessing -- it would be pure delight.
Your words are soft-spoken, yet they're truly felt.
With one tast of your lips I swear my body could melt.
I have you on my mind from dawn until sunset,
then you fill my dreams with things we ain't done yet.
I'll make it up to you sooner or later.
Straight from the heart, I'm a lover not a hater.
I'll never leave you for the world or more,
if anyone ever hurt you then I'd even the score.
Baby girl, you're so beautiful and so fine, wish I could dine
with you underneath candlelight, with roses and wine.
Then, just to hold you close while we're feeling so good,
would make me feel like a superstar in Hollywood.
I'd give you what you want and fulfill your desires,
quenching the thirst of your heart's raging fires.
When I hear you say my name, I get a little hectic inside.
You're my joy, gladness and evey bit of my pride.
Through all the struggles and drama that may pass us by,
all that really matters in the end is just YOU and I.
Walking hand in hand with no worries or cares,
even misery and distress both walk along in pairs.
I know you'll never leave me or stab me in the back,
With you by my side, I swear, there's nothing I lack.
Your love is like a tide coming in from the sea.
I think I've fallen in love... BUT HOW COULD THIS BE?
I've never felt so strongly, or had a lover so sweet.
I'll never forget the day you knocked me off my feet.
This runs deeper than crush, I think I may be obsessed.
I look up to the stars and I know I've been blessed.
You're more precious to me than you'd ever understand.
This love happened in a way we never thought or planned.
When I'm feeling down, I place my wish upon a star,
and since I hold you in my heart, I know you're never far.
You're my sunshine, the very highlight of my day.
You bring a smile to my face and make my fears go away.
I've made you a promise of love that will never fade.
It's amazing how with our hearts and not our hands...
THIS LOVE WAS MADE!
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thy love to me nothing replaces
dare did i not stop my heart
to listen, my heart speaks the truth.
i seek for you to hear
the sun rises, yet, my heart's in gloom
come to my aid, heal my wounds.
look down, there you shall see
a lover- laughter only echoes.
show the light, let me rise.
in the darkness i was kept
your call i await, i shall be glad
within your shadows i shall always wait.
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It was the way you looked at me
as though you'd never seen such beauty
and the way, when we kissed
my lips tingled
and the way, when you touched me
my skin felt ALIVE
It was the way you held me
as the tears started to fall
and the way, when you looked at me
my head swam
and the way, when you loved me
nothing else mattered
It was all this and more
that stole my heart
that took my breath
that made me love you
without a second thought
There will never be another
who compares to you
Destiny and Fate
my life and my dreams
are yours
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Caught up with you
In this passionate kiss
Hoping it contiues
So I have something to reminisce
Not Concerned with the future
Or thinking of the past
Just Caught up in the hope
That this moment might last
Holding on to time with a precious grip
Scared to let a second slip.
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I just want to let you know that my love for you
might be too much for you to handle,
so I need to let you know how I feel
before I let you walk away from me forever.
There's nothing I can say to you
to make you feel the same about me,
but all I can do is tell you
how I feel about you.
With hopes that one day you will realize
that I want to be with you forever and always.
I want you in my heart, I want you in my soul,
and I want you in my arms till the day that I die.
I just want to hold you close
like there will be no other day.
You are my world, you are my everything,
you make my world go 'round.
My princess, I'm lost without you,
I don't know what to do anymore.
I feel like I can't go on without you here in my life,
I don't know what to do without you.
I love u so much, I don't know what I would do if you ever left me.
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