Passion, Joy, Desire... Let it Overflow

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How many ways to love you:*
Silently in the shadows
In secret in the dark
In the dead of night
By the light of day
So near & yet so far
In my wildest dreams, that I dare not speak
The words on my lips...
Engraved on my heart
A breath away...
Will you ever see me?
Can you ever know?
How the hope outweighs the longing...
Of this,my secret, of how I love you so...
 
How many ways to love you:*
Silently in the shadows
In secret in the dark
In the dead of night
By the light of day
So near & yet so far
In my wildest dreams, that I dare not speak
The words on my lips...
Engraved on my heart
A breath away...
Will you ever see me?
Can you ever know?
How the hope outweighs the longing...
Of this,my secret, of how I love you so...

Very nice.....longings are so powerful
 
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last night after I logged off I walked into the living room Mr.s W. was just logging into the Lit. I didn't let her finish I pulled her away from the computer straddled her lap and tilting her head back kissed her. some time later after I let her breath I let her brows your wonderful thread joy before I asked her to come to bed with me. ;)
 
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last night after I logged off I walked into the living room Mr.s W. was just logging into the Lit. I didn't let her finish I pulled her away from the computer straddled her lap and tilting her head back kissed her. some time later after I let her breath I let her brows your wonderful thread joy before I asked her to come to bed with me. ;)

and THAT's why you are Completely awesome. ;):D:rose:
 
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It wasn't a balloon it was a rose. on my wifes an my first date we were at a Renaissance fair. as she was looking through a stall I stole away and found one of the rose wenches. it was a fire and ice rose I believe. I hid it behind by back so she wouldn't see it to soon. I stood behind some people so that when she turned she had to look for me just a bit. I stepped out with the rose.
 
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I look forward to those morning that I get to wake up on my own. I always wake up before her and if I am lucky she is just like this. I can feel her breath on my skin with her even breathing. I just lay there watching her sleep smiling like a fool because she is mine Always and Forever.

:heart:

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last night after I logged off I walked into the living room Mr.s W. was just logging into the Lit. I didn't let her finish I pulled her away from the computer straddled her lap and tilting her head back kissed her. some time later after I let her breath I let her brows your wonderful thread joy before I asked her to come to bed with me.

awww... thanks to both of you!

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Friday Kisses because, well, who doesn't want kisses like this?

sigh* i do.

How many ways to love you:*
Silently in the shadows
In secret in the dark
In the dead of night
By the light of day
So near & yet so far
In my wildest dreams, that I dare not speak
The words on my lips...
Engraved on my heart
A breath away...
Will you ever see me?
Can you ever know?
How the hope outweighs the longing...
Of this,my secret, of how I love you so...

i love this ... thank you Mistress. *smiles and kisses*


*shakes my head* dork. *grins*

THE CINNAMON PEELER by Michael Ondaatje

If I were a cinnamon peeler
I would ride your bed
and leave the yellow bark dust
on your pillow.

Your breasts and shoulders would reek
you could never walk through markets
without the profession of my fingers
floating over you. The blind would
stumble certain of whom they approached
though you might bathe
under rain gutters, monsoon.

Here on the upper thigh
at this smooth pasture
neighbor to your hair
or the crease
that cuts your back. This ankle.
You will be known among strangers
as the cinnamon peeler's wife.

I could hardly glance at you
before marriage
never touch you
-- your keen nosed mother, your rough brothers.
I buried my hands
in saffron, disguised them
over smoking tar,
helped the honey gatherers...

When we swam once
I touched you in water
and our bodies remained free,
you could hold me and be blind of smell.
You climbed the bank and said

this is how you touch other women
the grasscutter's wife, the lime burner's daughter.
And you searched your arms
for the missing perfume.

and knew

what good is it
to be the lime burner's daughter
left with no trace
as if not spoken to in an act of love
as if wounded without the pleasure of scar.

You touched
your belly to my hands
in the dry air and said
I am the cinnamon
peeler's wife. Smell me.

I had to read this several times... it almost comes alive doesn't it?


mmmm... Viggo...mmmmm


WANT. grrrrr


ohhhh delicious! i LOVE you and the variety you bring to this thread. makes me desirous and joyful!


this is AWESOME!!!
 
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Mrs.W rule number 3: Always hold hands in the car.

sigh* i just want someone who will hold my hand anywhere... and open doors... and act like they actually belong to me... with me... and i to them.

I love that rule. It's sweet and just another way to touch.

yeah...

I concur ... ;)

i hope you have that too. :)

Perhaps but maybe it is because after almost 18 years we still do this:

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*melt... shiver... want*

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It wasn't a balloon it was a rose. on my wifes an my first date we were at a Renaissance fair. as she was looking through a stall I stole away and found one of the rose wenches. it was a fire and ice rose I believe. I hid it behind by back so she wouldn't see it to soon. I stood behind some people so that when she turned she had to look for me just a bit. I stepped out with the rose.

so... you've ALWAYS been a romantic. :)
 
sigh* i just want someone who will hold my hand anywhere... and open doors... and act like they actually belong to me... with me... and i to them.



yeah...



i hope you have that too. :)



*melt... shiver... want*



so... you've ALWAYS been a romantic. :)

no I was a juvenile delinquent. but my best friend was a girl through high school another delinquent true but I did listen when she bitched. surprisingly women tend to forget a man is there sometimes and a smart man listens to what a woman says. I was also a musician/song writer back a lifetime ago. I do not think you can write or play music without passion.
 
no I was a juvenile delinquent. but my best friend was a girl through high school another delinquent true but I did listen when she bitched. surprisingly women tend to forget a man is there sometimes and a smart man listens to what a woman says. I was also a musician/song writer back a lifetime ago. I do not think you can write or play music without passion.

:) You have passion in spades...
 
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