what i long for most is a first touch

place your fingertips upon my silken skin

press your warmth against me

touch me

the first kiss

the softness of your lips

the firmness in your embrace

explore me

let me devour you

rubbing deep

breathing heavy

the end is always close

let's make the beginning just begin

let's pretend it will never end

things seem to be the same

I tire of repeating myself

you know it was a wonderfully realistic dream...
when you wake with bruises on your inner thighs

its hot
its way too hot to sleep

ya, the air is on
ya ,i shouldn't be this warm
this burning should stop
but it wont

so i sit
and drink
and wait
and hope

I know my desires will go unfulfilled

but its hot
I'm hot
are you
come here
show me

What holds more value
to be loved
or to be respected

what is more important in life
what we do
or how we do
what we do

when this is over
will it matter
when my time has come
will anyone care
will any one utter my name
will anyone dream of me

i dreamt of her again last night
she was right by me
we were in the old house

when she held my hand
i felt the touch
how cold it was
her hands were always cold
the skin was smooth
but the lines were deep

when she leaned into kiss me
she disappeared inside of me
I absorbed her
and that is where she stays
merged with me
forever part of me

dream of me this way

I feel as if it has all been said before
I sit in the dark

Want

The things I desire are elusive
There is emptiness

Cold

A touch should bring passion
Not resentment

Anger

How can you lay next to someone who worships you
And feel fully alone

Silence

There are others who long to be beside you
Who would take his place

Deception

Would you trade one pain for another
Would the substitution satisfy

Despondent

A barren heart a
A lush mind
and too many hours in a day

things i love

Once upon a time
On a blog not so far away, Dan read a post of mine. This post talked about things that really .... well the picture that captioned the post was that of a bloody knife.

Ya, things that make me mad, or otherwise fucking disgust me.

So anyway, in the comment, back a long time ago, this guy Dan being a positive sort of guy, asked me to write about things I love.

I did write a few things on that other blog, but there are a few thing I just can't put there, for fear of retribution --- Just ask Dannypleasedontgo -- who's link I cant even give you 'cause it is now set to private do to his work situation.

So, here are a few of the things i love... sorry it's all about sex

THINGS I LOVE

I love to ware tight jean, the kind the rub against me and stimulate me when I walk.

I love riding an old motorcycle that vibrates to high hell, I love the way the bike feels between my legs and how I have to control every muscle in my 125# body to keep the bad boy up.

I love to ware my glowing necklace with a low cut shirt-- because men then have an excuse to look at my breasts

I love beautiful woman. The kind that are beautiful inside and out. Not the classic beauty -- but the beauty that walks with confidence into a room. I love talking with them and smiling at them and making them feel uncomfortable.

I love when a sexy man leans in close to me and talks softly in my ear.

I love when I can still smell his cologne after he walks away

Actually, I love to pass a man who's cologne reminds me of some one I had a great encounter with.

I love to be shaved by my partner

I love to flirt online with witty articulate people-- men mostly-- woman don't seem to want to flirt with me. I think they think I'm a man.

I love the way (most) gay men dance.

I love it when a man out of my league finds me attractive and pays attention to me in a crowd.

I have to admit, I cleaned this up pretty well! You should have read the first draft