I Want

I want to run my fingers in between your pussy lips

To bend to taste your nectar and to drink in little sips

I want to feel the velvet of your warm enticing skin

And hear you sigh contentment when I push myself within

I want to bite your nipples just enough to make you moan

To pull your ass cheeks closer as your fingers brush my own

I want to spank your perfect ass and hear you beg for more

Your voice expressing passion is a sound that I'd adore

I want to pull your head up with my hand wound in your hair

To thrust inside you deeply and pretend that I don't care

I want to take you all the time, what else can I say

Your body could be the playground on which I romp and play

I want to be inside you when it's time for ecstasy

Even if only within our minds

I'll fuck you subliminally...

I just can't help wanting you girl

and I want...

you to want me

A Daydream Grind

The look in your eyes as you look into mine

The longing I have to feel your hands slide between my thighs.

The taste of your lips, the trace of your fingertips

sends me into a world of.... Extacy.

You have ignighted a fire that burns so intensely inside of me

setting my soul free.

Breathing in every breath you give to me

your body is calling and reaching out for me

to bring you into my sensual reality.

Emotional desires are longing to be fulfilled

as you hold my body close I can only wish that you will

quench my thirst for endless satisfaction

with just one touch you cause an uncontrollable reaction.

As our lips become intertwined and melt into one

our minds and souls seem to passionately become

part of each other as we willingly succumb

to the overpowering and almost unbearable desire...

to make each other cum.

My body just seems to go weak in your arms

leaving me helpless to your enticing charms.

As you touch me in ways only my lover would do

the tingling sensation given to me only by you.

I’m now at the point now where my senses don’t know what to do

I’m calling your name begging you to....

to never stop caressing me

to never stop kissing my entire body

to never stop bringing me.... Extacy

You wrap your arms around me so tight

rocking back and forth I plead with delight.

My body relaxes and falls deeper into yours

the feelings you brought out of me can not be ignored.

You look at me, us both wanting more....

But how could it get any sexier than this

how could you with just your kiss

just the way you move your hips

the erotic touch of your fingertips

the way you use your enticing lips

make my body feel like this.....

You brought me to Extacy, yes you did

But did I forget to mention this.......

We never even got undressed.

Riding

Smiling

I look up at you

Dilated eyes

stare back at me.

Flushed cheeks

and wild hair

Mouth

wide open

Gasping for

breath

Touching

your own

breasts.

So beautiful;

every time you

ride me.

To Me...

She is a vision to behold.

Lovely and Graceful.

Her smile.

Her stature.

Luminescent and Pristine.

She is the ideal woman.

I crave her.

I pine for her.

To touch her.

To taste her.

To feel her touch.

This is my quest.

Fingertips lightly stroke her skin.

Sliding over her like silk.

Her body warms to the slightest touch.

Her soft moans push my fingers forward.

Her lips are soft and inviting.

Her kiss melts my heart.

Her voice vibrates my soul.

Her smell fills me.

To smell her on me is only part of her charm.

The fire in her eyes.

The fire in her soul.

Her wit.

Her heart.

Her laugh.

She is the ideal woman.

She captures my heart with her kiss.

She steals my will with her touch.

She makes me weak with her whimpers.

Her slightest wish is my desire.

To please her is my thrill.

To leave her, is the hardest thing.

I am at her heels.

Before you know it, you've fallen for this siren.

You fall hard.

You fall quick.

The trip is gentle & quiet.

Before you realize it you're hooked.

An hour isn't enough.

A day.

A week.

A month.

Waking up with her becomes a desire

To see her becomes an addiction.

To feel her becomes an obsession.

She is the ideal woman.

And as much as I wish to hold her

I wish that she could see--

She see's nothing but her flaws

But she's perfection to me.

Sampling

She exhales and I breathe in,
Like sampling the bouquet of her,
My finest wine.
My hands trace over her skin and I feel the roughness there,
Imperfect and scarred
And she is gorgeous

She breathes in and I exhale,
My lips tracing down to her breasts,
Kisses planted on each,
An offering to a goddess
I cup her breasts in the palm of my hands,
She shifts, restless
Breath hitching
And she is wanting

She sinks down and I lean in,
My fingers trace over her hips,
Lips finding her pelvic bone
Softly defined lines that lead me down
I grace her with my lips
And she is there

She arches and I move back,
Teasing her with breath and tongue,
She pleads and I give her all
Touching, giving, fucking, loving
She cries out and I smile loving the play of my name on her lips
Relaxing she smiles and I move up to meet her
I cup her face in my hands
And she is mine
And she is everything.

5 Places I'd Love To Live

Ahhh, one can dream...but I don't think my choices are too over the top :) . What do you think?

My beautiful cottage with it's own private pond...isn't it lovely?

Every real estate investor needs a modern mansion too right? Poolside drinks after dinner?

My lakehouse, for those times when I feel like communing with nature...with a private dock for fishing, swimming, making out and (ahem) etc.

My Japanese teahouse--when I want to feed my spiritual side. So serene.

And...last but not least (well perhaps it is on the small side)...My Hobbit House...because I love that storybook, fantasy vibe...

Just thought I'd switch it up on ya and post something a little different hehehe I hope you enjoyed this little tour of my dream homes. I might take you on a dream interior walk-through sometime. ::winks::

Could be...

She.

An undiluted passionate force that imprints the soul of anyone to come near her. She is fire and she was born to burn.

Across the room, centre stage, she is all that can be focused on. Others dance behind, the music rages on, but all you see is her. Her determined expression masking the utter raw and terrified girl that lies within. She moves, so fluidly and free, as if she was destined to do so. She sings like a caged bird desperate for freedom. She is beauty, she is fear, she is love and she is pain.

She is also totally unaware of it.

With a single word, she break hearts. And each time, she sells her own a little. She is so used to her own defenses that she hides from herself and pushes away the ones who could help her.

She is strength and independence. she holds the entire world on her shoulders, and if anyone questions the fact, her resolve grows, and she starts sprinting and dancing with the weight.

She takes on a disgusting, hurtful and closed minded world, every single day. She fights for those who can't fight for themselves.

She is pride and determination. Once her principles are set, she sticks to them, no matter the cost to her own happiness, she will not cross herself.

She is sensual. Subtly enchanting and seductive, she slips inside the senses and drives the best of us to insanity with just a smile, a glance, or a touch of her hand.

She is in control. She makes sure that no one knows exactly where they are with her. She makes sure she dominates the relationship and the situation...that way, if it goes wrong, and she gets hurt, than it'll be on her terms, it'll be her own fault and her own plan, no one elses.

She is confusing, demanding and terrifying. Yet-

She is loving, comforting, and protective.

She is patience and she is volitility.

She is beautiful. She is mystery.

Maybe. Just maybe.

She.

could be

.....me.

Book Reccomendation: The Return Of The Prophet

I don't know if you know this, but I'm a huge fan of Kalil Gibran. His writings, his poetry speaks to me deeply. Recently I discovered a book by a very distant nephew of his, Hajjar Gibran. The book is called The Return Of The Prophet. Kalil Gibran wrote a book called "The Prophet" which is referenced frequently in The Return Of The Prophet, you can download the e-book of "The Prophet" here The Prophet Ebook By Kalil Gibran (if you're into spirituality at all I highly reccomend it too...download it, it's a very old book but packed with timeless wisdom!).

Now for the amazing story on how these two stories are linked.

Kahlil Gibran's universally acclaimed masterpiece, The Prophet, released in 1923 is renowned for its profound answers to life's deepest questions and has sold millions of copies worldwide.

Yet Kahlil Gibran's beloved tale left readers yearning for more after an unfulfilled promise of the Prophet's return when he wrote:

"Should my voice fade in your ears, and my love vanish in your memory, then I will return again.
And with a richer heart and lips more yielding to the spirit will I speak.
Yea I shall return with the tide…
A little while, a moment's rest upon the wind, and another woman shall bear me."

Now, several generations later, Kahlil's great-nephew Hajjar Gibran has written the long-awaited answer to this promise. The Return of the Prophet, based on Hajjar's real-life experiences, is a moving collection of inspiring words spoken to Hajjar by Kahlil in a series of visions.

After the death of his brother, Hajjar's life was a downward spiral of unfulfilling lawless activity. It was not until his mystical vision filled with the inspirational words of his dead uncle Kahlil that Hajjar's life began to turn around. Hajjar's life experiences and Kahlil's wisdom and prophetic statements are applicable to everyone, particularly in these difficult times.

Written in the style of The Prophet, but with a modern understanding of spirituality and faith that can be applied to all religions, The Return of the Prophet offers timeless advice to gain true insight into life's deepest meanings.

In the book "The Return Of The Prophet" I sincerely believe that Hajjar Gibran is channeling his great uncle...that Kalil's words flow through him"in a clearer voice, and in words more kin to your thoughts"...or my thoughts anyway. I'm through the introduction and the first chapter and already I'm moved, spellbound and enthralled by every word on the page.

Following are a couple of excerpts from the first chapter that struck a chord with me. The following is a message from "an angel" to Hajjar as he prayed for acceptance in the loss of his brother and deliverance from an overwhelming fall into drug addiction.

"The well of love that waters your garden is at times filled with your tears. And it is good that it is so, for no waters are purer than those precious droplets released in your moments of surrender.

Tears are seed drops of joy shed by your soul's physician. You may curse the physician's medicine, but the cure for your suffering is in your tears.

Weep until seeds of joy take root in the womb of your soul.

Bless grief, as it softens the sinew that shields your deprived heart. Yield to pain, for armor must be torn from you to expose your innocent strength.

I would have you find innocence with joy rather than pain. But what joy is there that knows not pain? Verily, pain is your necessity.

As your needs subside, joy will lift you with pure delight to your home in love.

Be patient, for time has a way of putting wings on tears. (Note: I think that's beautiful)

Your pain is your need for love. I am the love you need.

Drink the vital elixir from my well-spring that one day your heart may become a fountain where all whose dreams of love had died may drink. "

Also spoken by the angel in Hajjar's vision: "Just as a butterfly writhes to free itself from the confines of its crysalis that it may fly free, your journey is a metamorphosis of the soul.

From the survival instincts of primal man, you are reborn again and again, that at last you may soar on enlightened wings of love.

I am with you through aeons of rebirth just as you are with the seasons of your sentience."

I'm not gonna type out the whole first chapter lol, though I feel tempted to, as it's absolutely compelling to me...read this book! There's a beauty in it that reaches out and grabs you from the very first page. I think it may very well be a new favorite. Hajjar, if not indeed channeling his great uncle, certainly carries on his uncle's talent for the written word.

Life Is

life is a puzzle.

Each piece is scattered throughout our time here on Earth and it is up to us to find the pieces and place them exactly where they belong.
It will not be easy.
In fact we will not know what the pieces are or where they may be hidden.
It could be as simple as a revelation.
Or a random act of kindness.
Maybe in the shape of another human being who may teach us the meaning of something profound.
Perhaps a journey through a tremulous time that will give us an insight to courage and hope.
It could be as simple as feeling the heat of the sun on our skin and at that precise moment revel in how warm and pleasing it feels.
As confusing as the wetness of a tear as it slides down your cheek to make you realize that you can cry when you are happy as well as sad.
Or an aroma so inviting that it can stir your senses to overload and enable you to feel an abundance of emotions ranging from ecstasy to fear.
Maybe it will be a moment in a memory that was placed in one's mind and then forgotten, to be resurrected at a time when needed the most.

Life is a puzzle.

But with each new segment that completes the corners and borders of our picture it will be seen as a accomplishment.
Not because we have failed or achieved but simply because we have tried.
There will not be a winning outcome in every endeavor we set out to pursue.
In fact we will have many disappointments that will leave us battered and unable to comprehend the meaning of choice.
But then there are the frustrations that will have us in a boundless state of euphoria and it is when we are in eye of this storm we must sit down and reflect where it is leading us and if it is the right path to follow and if, in the grand scheme of things, it will change us for the better or for the worse.

Which will you choose?

To have power in the knowledge that you can achieve all you want and not bear any consequences of your actions, or be one of the people with a conscience and stop before it is too late.
The money or the box.
Decisions.
They can make or break you.
Would it be better if we were all clones implanted with a switch that was controlled by a higher plane of existence.
That it was THEY who controlled our every thought and move.
Sometimes I believe that it could be like that.
We listen and we see, but ultimately it is our decision as to what we believe.

The world is a puzzle.

And it is filled with pieces that only we can put together, in any semblance of order that we like.
It could be a perfect border and corners and our centerpiece could be as jumbled as a comic book of colors with no faces or places to see.
That is where we, as an entity, come and put a face to a place and follow through the scenario that is before us.
Yes this may seem a confusing mumbo jumbo of words and too hard to make sense of but in reality if you just read between the lines it is as plain as the nose on your face.
Look in the mirror and see yourself for who you are.
ME.
US.
YOU.
THEM.
THEY.
THOSE.
Can you see that these small words are growing in capacity as you read.
And that is what life is like.
It will grow as you grow and with it will come such clarity and resolution to all that you challenge.
You may be meek and mild but have such power in your convictions as to overshadow one who is loud and obnoxious and too forceful with greed.

There we have it.

Life is a puzzle.

But with it comes such promise and the finalization of a complete picture.
It may not look like the picture on the box but it will still be your life.
And life is just that.
It is what we make it.
With all the ups and downs and the challenges it is still LIFE.
We are just a page in the next chapter of evolution and we should try to leave this world as an example.

Everyday I'm still finding pieces of my puzzle, still searching for the right spot, the right direction in which my pieces fit. Everyday I grow a little...spiritually, mentally, emotionally. I'm nowhere near perfect, but with each piece of the puzzle that comes together for me, I move closer to what I'm supposed to be. This is life.

Transcend

Where tongue transcends torso,

I gasp in the grasp

of longing.

Lust and love

leave one lost and languishing

in the limbo of anticipation’s lull,

a seeker of the storm that soon

should break in the brilliant blue

and black, surrendering skies;

my rapture rediscovering

itself inside electrifying eyes.

Gypsy-fingers journey

hallowed hills and highlands,

sojourning south in search

of your fabled forest’s fringe,

where a luscious lagoon lays

a warm, wet welcome

like a will-o-wisp, wooing

wisdom, will and want.

I sail the seas of your soul,

following each ebb and flow,

sinking to the song

of a siren’s smile,

‘til I am no more

than a supine shipwreck

swept onto a sudden shore,

as several summer stars

blossom on the blessed glow of this night.