You once asked me how much I love you.
I don’t even know how to begin to tell you.
How can one reckon something that went beyond comprehension?
Something that no words could ever suffice to define?
Something that no feelings could ever contain?
So many have been said of love.
That it can withstand the test of time
What we have does, and more.
Even eternity is just a nick of time.
So it’s been said that love can cross the seas
What we have does, and more.
It bridged the boundaries between our minds.
It even dispels such silly notion as distance.
Love has been known to see with the heart.
What we have does, and more.
Its sight goes through our souls.
Dispensing with the frailties and seeing the strength within.
It has been heralded that love is happiness.
What we have is, and more.
It washes away pain and doubts.
It is pure bliss.
So love can kill.
What we have can, and more.
It gives hope, to live each day all over again.
To struggle through and to survive.
How much do I love you?
I truly do not know, I am simply lost for words.
For how can I be so dimwitted as to try to explain,
The many wondrous feelings I have with just a thought of you?
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Lonesome
A gossamer of a thought
passing through the mind.
Brows furrowed, lips pursed
seemingly thinking, nothing within.
Hair blowing, fanned by the wind
posture grim, untouched by any whim.
Right hand under chin
nose a-twitched.
Such is the display at form
of a heart forlorn......
passing through the mind.
Brows furrowed, lips pursed
seemingly thinking, nothing within.
Hair blowing, fanned by the wind
posture grim, untouched by any whim.
Right hand under chin
nose a-twitched.
Such is the display at form
of a heart forlorn......
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Operation: Anatomy-me
Since my visit to the OB-GYN, I have thought about genitals.
Has anyone ever really thought about a woman’s genitalia?
What is this all about?
First off we have the vulva, which will always sound like a vehicle to me. "I think I'll take the vulva out for a test spin" (hehehhe). Then we have the labia majora and the labia minora. Now to me, those two sound like planetary constellations. "We have found life on the labia majora." (lol) But the names mean major lips and minor lips. What gives with that? Men are always trying to get us to shut up. Now we have 2 extra sets of lips just in case? (hihih) If you look closely, you will see the labia minora sets inside the labia majora. To me it reminds me of the creature off of Alien. Something tells me that these 2 sets of lips is a safety measure to keep predators out. Like if the first set don't slam shut well then the second set will and if they fail to do that at all, your alarm system is fucked (weee weeee weee). Now if a man is capable of making it past the gate without being noticed he will encounter the vagina. The vagina is not a military bunker guys. You can't hang your coat or remove your boots there so don't try it. There is no night light and it stays dark (woohoooo!). Do you ever just wonder:,”What am I putting this most vital part of mine into?” or “What if I get ambushed in the process?” Now I think I know why a woman’s snatch is called a bush.
I have to wonder why things couldn’t have been made a little more simpler, like, just put a gaping hole there. Why hide it, a guy is going to find it anyway? I mean,
come on who are we kidding? I have yet to hear a guy say, "Hey hon where did you put that again?" "It is exactly where you laid it last time, right under all those extra flaps of flesh, keep digging you will get there, go through 2 sets of lips and go south a spell." Once you get past that point of search and destroy, now you are trying to find the best position. (we’ll talk about it later on hihihih)
Has anyone ever really thought about a woman’s genitalia?
What is this all about?
First off we have the vulva, which will always sound like a vehicle to me. "I think I'll take the vulva out for a test spin" (hehehhe). Then we have the labia majora and the labia minora. Now to me, those two sound like planetary constellations. "We have found life on the labia majora." (lol) But the names mean major lips and minor lips. What gives with that? Men are always trying to get us to shut up. Now we have 2 extra sets of lips just in case? (hihih) If you look closely, you will see the labia minora sets inside the labia majora. To me it reminds me of the creature off of Alien. Something tells me that these 2 sets of lips is a safety measure to keep predators out. Like if the first set don't slam shut well then the second set will and if they fail to do that at all, your alarm system is fucked (weee weeee weee). Now if a man is capable of making it past the gate without being noticed he will encounter the vagina. The vagina is not a military bunker guys. You can't hang your coat or remove your boots there so don't try it. There is no night light and it stays dark (woohoooo!). Do you ever just wonder:,”What am I putting this most vital part of mine into?” or “What if I get ambushed in the process?” Now I think I know why a woman’s snatch is called a bush.
I have to wonder why things couldn’t have been made a little more simpler, like, just put a gaping hole there. Why hide it, a guy is going to find it anyway? I mean,
come on who are we kidding? I have yet to hear a guy say, "Hey hon where did you put that again?" "It is exactly where you laid it last time, right under all those extra flaps of flesh, keep digging you will get there, go through 2 sets of lips and go south a spell." Once you get past that point of search and destroy, now you are trying to find the best position. (we’ll talk about it later on hihihih)
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
A Kiss
This is one of the plans I've concocted when i do get to meet with my online boyfriend.
WARNING: Contents may be not to your liking,especially if you are of the frigid and prude type.
The setting sun slowly made its way to meet the surface of the horizon that seems to be lifting up its face to receive that first warm touch. A burst of color signaled the start of a long kiss before darkness comes.
As if on cue, two figures on the shore melted into one. A single silhouette, arms entwined.
She could feel the warmth of the sunset on her back while she stares helplessly into his eyes. The lights reflecting on his eyes were enough to hold her enthralled. He slowly lowered his head to her half-open lips, capturing a sigh. Her arms found their way up his neck while he envelops her into his embrace. The taste of her lips was more than what he’d ever imagined. He has been running this scene in his mind for so long now, but still, he is not prepared for the reality of her taste. He took her lower lip between his lips and nipped a little. Soothing away the sweet sting with his tongue. Their tongues met and dance to a tune that their beating hearts are playing.
She was busily running her fingers through his hair while mimicking his every act, a nip for a nip, a suck for a suck.
He lifted her off her feet and carried her into the cottage. He pushed the open door with his shoulder, making his way to the rug in the middle of the small living room. He lowered her into the rug, disentangling her hands from his hair, before leaving the solace of her lips.
She watched him lock the door and click the lights on. It took him a little while to get the right lights on, not too glaring and yet enough to see his smile from across the small room. In the back of her mind was a prayer: “Oh please dear Lord, make him hurry. I want to feel him inside me.”
She welcomed him into her open arms as he slowly pushed her down the rug. He buried his head in the curve of her neck, touched his tongue to the tiny pulse beating there. Deeply breathing in her smell. All the while, his hand, as if on their own accord, run the length of her body to meet at the front clasp of her jeans. She helped him pulled down the constricting jeans from under her and was pleasantly surprised that it’s the only thing standing in between him and his goal. He chuckled as he placed a soft kiss on her mound and started his blissful journey above. Placing kisses along the path of the shadowy hair from her navel to her breast. Pulling her blouse up along the way. He unhooked her front clasp, slowly unraveling the soft flesh beneath. The look on his face, like a child unwrapping a present, made her smile. She pulled down his head for a kiss, drinking in his every taste. He pulled back his head and smiled. Place a gentle kiss on her nose and stood up.
She watched him took off his clothes. He stood in front of her in all his male glory. Unflinching. Unwavering. A stance that only a man who’s sure of the love his woman have for him can do. As if drawn by an invisible chord, she knelt. Took his dick between hands and gave it a small kiss. A small lick. Teasing the peak with the tip of her tongue in a circling motion. She runs the whole length of his dick with her tongue. Licking up, kissing down. Up….. down…...up…… down and finally drawing him in, all of him into her mouth. Enjoying the growling sounds that come from him. Basking in the power she has over him.
Unable to stand the sweet torture she’s putting him in, he fell to his knees and pulled her to him. He trailed kisses down her neck and until he reach a nipple. One hand continues its journey to her core while the other one is gently kneading a breast whose peak is so religiously being suckled. She guided his head to the other breast while writhing in the pleasure that his giving her. After paying homage to her breasts, he continues on to travel down, to the core of her. She can feel his lips probing, searching for that one pulse that will send her spiraling to the edges. She couldn’t hold down a shout when he finally centered on it. Sucking…. Licking…. Lapping….. Sucking. Nearly frantic, she pulled him up. And he gladly succumb, he thrust deep into her. Holding unto her hips while she pulled her feet up and wrap them around his nape. There was not a sound in the room except their moans of pleasure. Names whispered in sighs. And shouts of delirium. The dance continues until both were plunge into a deep vortex of bliss. And then, there was silence.
So how was it? You think it's lame??? Tell me............
WARNING: Contents may be not to your liking,especially if you are of the frigid and prude type.
The setting sun slowly made its way to meet the surface of the horizon that seems to be lifting up its face to receive that first warm touch. A burst of color signaled the start of a long kiss before darkness comes.
As if on cue, two figures on the shore melted into one. A single silhouette, arms entwined.
She could feel the warmth of the sunset on her back while she stares helplessly into his eyes. The lights reflecting on his eyes were enough to hold her enthralled. He slowly lowered his head to her half-open lips, capturing a sigh. Her arms found their way up his neck while he envelops her into his embrace. The taste of her lips was more than what he’d ever imagined. He has been running this scene in his mind for so long now, but still, he is not prepared for the reality of her taste. He took her lower lip between his lips and nipped a little. Soothing away the sweet sting with his tongue. Their tongues met and dance to a tune that their beating hearts are playing.
She was busily running her fingers through his hair while mimicking his every act, a nip for a nip, a suck for a suck.
He lifted her off her feet and carried her into the cottage. He pushed the open door with his shoulder, making his way to the rug in the middle of the small living room. He lowered her into the rug, disentangling her hands from his hair, before leaving the solace of her lips.
She watched him lock the door and click the lights on. It took him a little while to get the right lights on, not too glaring and yet enough to see his smile from across the small room. In the back of her mind was a prayer: “Oh please dear Lord, make him hurry. I want to feel him inside me.”
She welcomed him into her open arms as he slowly pushed her down the rug. He buried his head in the curve of her neck, touched his tongue to the tiny pulse beating there. Deeply breathing in her smell. All the while, his hand, as if on their own accord, run the length of her body to meet at the front clasp of her jeans. She helped him pulled down the constricting jeans from under her and was pleasantly surprised that it’s the only thing standing in between him and his goal. He chuckled as he placed a soft kiss on her mound and started his blissful journey above. Placing kisses along the path of the shadowy hair from her navel to her breast. Pulling her blouse up along the way. He unhooked her front clasp, slowly unraveling the soft flesh beneath. The look on his face, like a child unwrapping a present, made her smile. She pulled down his head for a kiss, drinking in his every taste. He pulled back his head and smiled. Place a gentle kiss on her nose and stood up.
She watched him took off his clothes. He stood in front of her in all his male glory. Unflinching. Unwavering. A stance that only a man who’s sure of the love his woman have for him can do. As if drawn by an invisible chord, she knelt. Took his dick between hands and gave it a small kiss. A small lick. Teasing the peak with the tip of her tongue in a circling motion. She runs the whole length of his dick with her tongue. Licking up, kissing down. Up….. down…...up…… down and finally drawing him in, all of him into her mouth. Enjoying the growling sounds that come from him. Basking in the power she has over him.
Unable to stand the sweet torture she’s putting him in, he fell to his knees and pulled her to him. He trailed kisses down her neck and until he reach a nipple. One hand continues its journey to her core while the other one is gently kneading a breast whose peak is so religiously being suckled. She guided his head to the other breast while writhing in the pleasure that his giving her. After paying homage to her breasts, he continues on to travel down, to the core of her. She can feel his lips probing, searching for that one pulse that will send her spiraling to the edges. She couldn’t hold down a shout when he finally centered on it. Sucking…. Licking…. Lapping….. Sucking. Nearly frantic, she pulled him up. And he gladly succumb, he thrust deep into her. Holding unto her hips while she pulled her feet up and wrap them around his nape. There was not a sound in the room except their moans of pleasure. Names whispered in sighs. And shouts of delirium. The dance continues until both were plunge into a deep vortex of bliss. And then, there was silence.
So how was it? You think it's lame??? Tell me............
A Test for Greenness
It's time for riddles................ come screw your brains out......
1. When I go in I might cause pain. I cause you to spit and ask you not to swallow. I can fill your hole. What am I?
2. A finger goes in me. You fiddle with me when you’re bored. The best man always has me first. What am I?
3. I’m spread before I’m eaten. Your tongue gets me off. People sometimes like to lick my nuts. What am I?
4. I go in hard. I come out soft. You blow me hard . What am I?
5. All day long it’s in and out. I discharge loads from my shaft. Both men and women go down on me. What am I?
6. I come in many sizes. When I’m not well, I drip. When You blow me you feel good. What am I?
7. If I miss, I hit your bush. It’s my job to stuff your box. When I come, it’s news. What am I?
8. I offer protection. I get the finger ten times. You use your fingers to get me off. What am I?
9. I assist an erection. Sometimes big balls hang from me. I’m called a big swinger. What am I?
10. I’m at least 6 inches long. I leave foamy lubrication when engaged in my job. What am I?
Feel free to post your answers........... be as creative as your mind will allow.
I'll post the probable answers......when i get 3 comments hehehehe........
Monday, July 23, 2007
Why It's Great to be a Woman
WARNING: This is my first post, react accordingly....or be damned.
We are always right.
If we are close to being wrong, we'll argue until you give up.
We got off the Titanic first.
We can scare male bosses with mysterious gynecological disorder excuses.
We can be groupies. Male groupies are stalkers.
We can cry to get out of a speeding ticket.
We've never lusted after a cartoon character or the central figure in a computer game.
We don't look like a frog in a blender when dancing.
Free drinks, Free dinners, Free movies (you get the point).
New lipstick gives us a whole new lease on life.
We don't have to fart or burp to amuse ourselves.
If we forget to shave, no one has to know.
It's ok for us to cry in front of our best friends.
We can get other people to do all the dirty work simply by smiling the right way.
We never have to reach down every so often to make sure our privates are still there.
If someone forgets to invite us to something, we can call and cry and then we're invited.
If we're dumb, some people will find it cute.
We can buy pretty underwear and not be called a fairy.
We can talk to people of the opposite sex without having to picture them naked.
If we marry someone 20 years younger, we're aware that we look like an idiot.
There are times when chocolate really can solve all our problems.
We'll never regret piercing our ears.
We can dance with, hug or kiss another member of our sex without everyone staring and snickering.
We can fully assess a person just by looking at their shoes.
We can drive, put on makeup, drink our coffee, plan meals for a week, and talk on the cell phone all at the same time.
We know the truth about whether size matters.
We can quickly end any fight by crying.
Gay waiters don't make us uncomfortable.
We are always right.
If we are close to being wrong, we'll argue until you give up.
We got off the Titanic first.
We can scare male bosses with mysterious gynecological disorder excuses.
We can be groupies. Male groupies are stalkers.
We can cry to get out of a speeding ticket.
We've never lusted after a cartoon character or the central figure in a computer game.
We don't look like a frog in a blender when dancing.
Free drinks, Free dinners, Free movies (you get the point).
New lipstick gives us a whole new lease on life.
We don't have to fart or burp to amuse ourselves.
If we forget to shave, no one has to know.
It's ok for us to cry in front of our best friends.
We can get other people to do all the dirty work simply by smiling the right way.
We never have to reach down every so often to make sure our privates are still there.
If someone forgets to invite us to something, we can call and cry and then we're invited.
If we're dumb, some people will find it cute.
We can buy pretty underwear and not be called a fairy.
We can talk to people of the opposite sex without having to picture them naked.
If we marry someone 20 years younger, we're aware that we look like an idiot.
There are times when chocolate really can solve all our problems.
We'll never regret piercing our ears.
We can dance with, hug or kiss another member of our sex without everyone staring and snickering.
We can fully assess a person just by looking at their shoes.
We can drive, put on makeup, drink our coffee, plan meals for a week, and talk on the cell phone all at the same time.
We know the truth about whether size matters.
We can quickly end any fight by crying.
Gay waiters don't make us uncomfortable.
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