Sexualy Speaking....... (Stolen)

Guys,, (men that is) you need to read this...... I stole this from somwhere...

I am attracted to a man who takes care of
himself.
I am attracted to a man who smells good.
I am attracted to a man who knows his
liquor.
I am attracted to a man who knows his
literature.
I am attracted to a man who understands
intimacy without romance.
I am attracted to smooth skin.
I am attracted to a still voice.
I am attracted to a defined man.
I am attracted to a man who is quiet within
himself.
I am attracted to a man I can't figure out.
I am attracted to a man who doesn't need
me.
I am attracted to a salty tinge in your
personality.
I am attracted to a touch of arrogance.
I am attracted to a mind fuck.
I hope this man is attracted to me too.
I am turned on by melons cool and squishy.
Melons on my lips, in my mouth and
down my throat.
I am turned on by that fire when you take
hard liquor dry.
That one un-chased shot.
I am turned on by chaste kisses.
Forehead, cheek to cheek and pecks on
lips.
I am turned on by coffee in a man's mouth.
That smoky french kiss.
I am turned on by touch.
Me touching you, you touching me; Just
touching.
I am turned on by cool skin.
The feel of my skin next to yours.
I am turned on by the scent of a man.
The whiff when he hugs you.
I am turned on by distance.
That space between you and someone
you wanna fuck.
I am turned on by sitting across from you.
Then I watch you and pretend not to.
I am turned on by mockery.
Don't take me too seriously or I'll run.
I am turned on by eyebrows.
Don't ask me why.
I am turned on by soft, firm hands.
I imagine them touching me.
I hope these things turn you on.
A soft breeze against a sundress, makes me
think about sex.
Twine cane chairs, make me think about sex.
The feel of linen against my skin, makes me
think about sex.
An open laugh reverberating across the room,
makes me think about sex.
That I-want-to-fuck-you look in a man's eyes,
makes me think about sex.
That girl in the mirror, makes me think about
sex.
Smelling someone I like on my skin, makes me
think about sex.
I hope these things are sexual to you too.
The not knowing is sexy.
The long pause before meeting a lover is sexy.
The emotional hide and seek is sexy.
The elegantly restrained naked desire is sexy.
The sensual is sexy.
Speaking sexually is sexy.


So what do y'all think of that!
***Disclaimer... I did not write this...***

Non romantic Romance

I like it when I don't think of you all day,
but i get teribly anxious when I know am about to see you.
I like it when you stand so close to me,
that i can see the beauty in your eyes,
and get lost in their sparkling twinkles.
I like it when our bodies touch,
actualy 'brush' is a better word...
I like it when our bodies brush...
When we're seated and our arms rub,
its feels so nice i don't wana move at all..
I like when we say good bye,
when a handshake is acceptable for the night..
The tension is soo tight it drives me wild inside...i like....
I Like It Mad.

Ya Gath...

Gath I had to steal this, its just pure.. aki nisamehe.

I am a friend who fails, I often stray from the trail,
I am not the best, Occasionally I fail the test
Where life is the paper and God is the invigilator.
And the enemy gives us cheat sheets_the ultimate traitor,
I escape that which scars,
I escape the truth_run far
I’m far from perfect as you can see
But I won’t lie when it comes to me...
I rely on the fact that I’ll be made clean,
By the perfect one who died for my sin,
Hung from that cross For me, he became loss
Suffered much so he could renew.
That’s my story; what about you?

Words from Our Fathers and Mothers...

Somewhere there's someone who dreams
of your smile,
and finds in your presence that life is worth
while.
So when you are lonely, remember it's true
Somebody somewhere is thinking of you.
- K. Blackburn -


As you travel through life,
your dreams will guide you,
determination will get you there,
and love will provide the greatest scenery of
all.
- Michelle C. Ustaszeski -


The glow of love may blaze again,
But first wake up thy heart so slain,
Then beating drums could never hide,
A joyous heart so opened wide!

Shine forth your light on flowers small,
That they may scale the highest wall,
And blossom yet to show the way,
To hidden hearts long gone astray.

Unfurled, unbidden, may it grow,
For what life this unless to show?
How love can swell a weary chest,
And spur on man to be his best!

You are the earth, the moon, the sun,
Take flight, my friend, now start to run,
Towards the greatness that you are,
Then upwards to the brightest star.
- Sharron Cranston -

Will Love Last?

One of the most valuable lessons
we can learn from life is this:

That, try as we might, we will never have
all the answers. We can wonder for the rest
of our days whether we are doing the right
thing...continuing in the best relationship
and following the best paths towards tomorrow,
but no one is ever going to answer those
questions for us.

We both may have wonderings of what to
do and curiosities of what's to come. Time
will help us with the results, but more than
any one thing, it's up to us - and to the
love we have for each other - to go in the
right direction.

You and I might sometimes wonder about
where we're headed and whether our love
will last a lifetime through. We may not know
the answer, but i'll tell you the one thing
I do know:


There's no one
i'd rather try to spend
forever with.... Than you.

Expressions of Joy...

She used to walk in beaming with unimagined beauty, and I always loved to watch her as she walked to where we were seated. My shyness of course always got the best of me and I would feel like everyone couls see how I gazed at her. A big 'whats up' from her and she would proceed to get comfy on those wooden-example of a cution-seats that we so love. Here now is where the game with my eyes would start,stealing glances at her every second i could. I just couldn't stop looking at her you know, its very embarrasing.

She would start to talk and my eyes would grow wide, like a child listening to his father narrate an exciting story to him, mouth fully curved with the biggest smile you can imagine, eagerly waiting to hear more.(come to think of it she has a great n hilarrious adaptation of this). I would go quiet, not for lack of something to say, but just to listen to each and every syllable that poured from her lips. She spoke beauty, and i listened to each. I.. Was caught. I'd find myself not staring at her face as she spoke, but at her lips, just to make sure no word excaped me.

Then i noticed them...her lips... Oh LORD her lips.. Till this minute i love looking at them.. Anyway, so i got realy confused with what I wanted to do to them, should i just stare, touch them, taste them.. Do you get me? Confusion plus shyness ain't a good thing when you are trying to act all cool and relaxed, guys you know what I mean right!! This was the moment i started a mission, to master her face-from every curve, hairline, beauty spot, pimple...everything. I felt I had to, don't know why I just had to..

Now remember the table is filled with people, she is talking, am all quiet and staring like some schupid fool and it hasn't hit me yet. Well it did,... When our eyes met, and she was looking back at me. Instant shyness reflex depicts that you shove your head to the opposite direction while maintaning the so called 'cool' you can gather within yourself and act like all is peachy, normal. Heeee this was hard to pull, her eyes ripped through me like the laser guns we see on tv. I could feel them looking deep inside me.

Then now she desides to complement me,... Nooo don't do that, there are so many people here I can't break down infront of them, but that was tooo late. The blushing that fell from my face was enough to give the ching chong people expressions on their faces. Oh Lord this was just bad, but then again she had just busted me staring at her, and she new it. Guess she felt she had to have some fun with that, but the look in her eyes as she did,....***sigh:)***

“Our deepest fear is not that we are
inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are
powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not
our darkness that most frightens us. We ask
ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant,
gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who
are you not to be? You are a child of God.
Your playing small does not serve the world.
There is nothing enlightened about
shrinking so that other people won't feel
insecure around you. We are all meant to
shine, as children do. We were born to make
manifest the glory of God that is within us.
It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone.
And as we let our own light shine, we
unconsciously give other people permission
to do the same. As we are liberated from
our own fear, our presence automatically
liberates others.”

Marianne Williamson.