imsoexited
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- Jan 30, 2008
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I'll confess I got real tears in my eyes reading your lines of introduction. What first caught my eye was the first lines of one favorites from the old days.
Then I read on, and found a oh so familiar telling from so many of the people I helped over the years, in my daily work.
But we'we all been there, belive me.
For some the line up is easy to see, as in lifes where the rules are told, but for most people those rules are what makes Freud say we don't have an easy life in any culture.
I love to see you actually made it, even if you waited for soo long, setting yourself free from outside interference in your emotions, and the expression of those.
Writing erotica is a cure for many people as writing 'bout any feelings is. First you see what is inside of you, next you share it and it is outside now. Not burning trying to escape it's prison.
I will read all your stories, and I am sure they will be as rewarding as you oh so personal introduction of youself.
But promise me to write what you fell like writing, not following the roads sometimes suggesting from comments, leading away from the real you. 'Cource I can se in just this introduction that you have something to tell and you will tell it good. And I'll be at your feet by the virtual fireplace listening to your life and fantasies, mabye sometimes driften of in a sweat sleep of comfort, other times be awake, eagerly waiting for the next letter to land in a word, a sentence forming, a coming out of a master.
You are a rare flower in this forest of eroticawriting, and for that I send you a virtual serenade.
How about Leonard Cohen? LIke it? Me too.
Am Em
Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Am Em
Dance me through the panic 'til I'm gathered safely in
Am Em
Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove
H7/F# Em
Dance me to the end of love
H7/F# Em
Dance me to the end of love
Then I read on, and found a oh so familiar telling from so many of the people I helped over the years, in my daily work.
But we'we all been there, belive me.
For some the line up is easy to see, as in lifes where the rules are told, but for most people those rules are what makes Freud say we don't have an easy life in any culture.
I love to see you actually made it, even if you waited for soo long, setting yourself free from outside interference in your emotions, and the expression of those.
Writing erotica is a cure for many people as writing 'bout any feelings is. First you see what is inside of you, next you share it and it is outside now. Not burning trying to escape it's prison.
I will read all your stories, and I am sure they will be as rewarding as you oh so personal introduction of youself.
But promise me to write what you fell like writing, not following the roads sometimes suggesting from comments, leading away from the real you. 'Cource I can se in just this introduction that you have something to tell and you will tell it good. And I'll be at your feet by the virtual fireplace listening to your life and fantasies, mabye sometimes driften of in a sweat sleep of comfort, other times be awake, eagerly waiting for the next letter to land in a word, a sentence forming, a coming out of a master.
You are a rare flower in this forest of eroticawriting, and for that I send you a virtual serenade.
How about Leonard Cohen? LIke it? Me too.
Am Em
Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Am Em
Dance me through the panic 'til I'm gathered safely in
Am Em
Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove
H7/F# Em
Dance me to the end of love
H7/F# Em
Dance me to the end of love