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| Gentle breezes softly blowing, strands of hair flying loosely in the wind. Gazing up at the sky, watching the sunset, as colors brilliantly display their majesty across the sky. The reflection on the water is breath taking, the colors seeming to never end. I stand in awe, lost in the moment, the beauty of nature overtaking every sensation. Listening to creation join in, the trees rustling, the water lapping, birds singing. The sky getting darker, colors even more brilliant, the paintbrush so precise. Like a lovers touch, drawing you in, taking you further and further till you are left breathless. Causing every sensation to come alive and beg for more, touching you to the very core. Beautiful, Magnificent, Incredible |
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Thoughts
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Posted:May 8, 2007 7:14 pm
Last Updated:May 25, 2007 7:34 pm
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Chaos and confusion,
Cries from the innocent,
Souls searching but never finding,
Dazed eyes glancing back and forth.
World spinning by,
Faster and faster,
out of control,
Relief no where to be found.
Haunted souls,
Crushed spirits,
Broken hearts,
Looking, seeking.
Sparkles of hope,
Words of kindness,
Helping Hands,
Rain drops on parched land.
(sometimes it seems people just wander around so lost and confused, wanting so much to be loved, accepted, wanted. Breaks my heart, wish I could tell each one of them how special and uniqie they are.)
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Passionate Release
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Posted:Apr 29, 2007 10:44 pm
Last Updated:May 8, 2007 6:51 pm
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Eager tongues coming together,
Bodies molded as one,
Fingertips lightly grazing,
Sensations out of control.
Desire and want fill the air,
Fire burns out of control,
The feel of heated flesh,
Hands mapping your body.
Kissing down your body,
Gazing up into your eyes,
Consume me, Ravish me,
Make me whole.
Your touch creates havoc,
Kisses leave me breathless,
My body yearns for more,
Sweet Torture.
Sensational explosion,
Fiery release,
Take me higher, don't let me fall,
Passionate Release.
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Walls
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Posted:Mar 18, 2007 10:52 am
Last Updated:Jul 23, 2009 10:16 am
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Towers built high and strong,
Guarded and protected,
Lessons learned during war,
Self made prisoners.
Keeping the wind of pain out,
Fortified against the storms,
Wishing someone would knock them down,
Yet reinforcing them when someone tries.
Innocence lost, dreams shattered,
Hope washed away in the storm,
Left alone to build the walls,
Wondering if One can knock them down.
Longing to be touched,
Someone to bring the innocence back,
Yet knowing its forever gone,
Washed away in the tears.
Glimpses of the person that used to be,
Peeking through the cracks,
A heart battered and bruised,
Desiring to be wrapped in love.
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Thank you
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Posted:Mar 5, 2007 8:35 pm
Last Updated:Mar 19, 2007 4:40 pm
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I hear your heart,
I can feel your soul,
Your words bring so many things,
Take me to new places,
Higher dimensions,
Bring me smiles on a darkened day,
A tear in my eye with a heartfelt story,
You share with me your life,
Your hopes your dreams,
Open your talents to me,
Your jokes, stories and poems,
touch me in so many ways,
Gratitude is not enough to repay,
The richness you have brought.
To each of the bloggers...thank you. I am often awed that in such a place as this, such wonderful people reside. Diversity in age and race, each from different countries...states. You comfort those that are hurting, you bring smiles and laughter. You enrichen those that read your words.
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Office Meeting
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Posted:Feb 26, 2007 9:38 pm
Last Updated:Mar 13, 2010 11:00 pm
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He called Ms. Lewis into his office to talk about the quarterly meeting. He let his gaze linger on her legs as she walked into his office. He could feel his desire for her harden the instant she entered the office. He asked her to shut the door, "Yes Mr. Harris." His thoughts lingered on what other things he would like to tell her to do. She sat in front of him, her long dark hair pinned up, creamy breast teased him under that low cut white blouse, legs slightly apart in a very short black skirt. He could feel the sweat on his forehead. She looked at him concerned, "Are you alright Mr. Harris." He couldn't seem to find the words to answer, his whole body just felt the need to take her right there. She came towards him, put her hand to his head, and thats when he couldn't take it anymore. He gently pulled her hair down, letting it cascade down her sholders onto her back. He brushed her breast with his hand, she sighed slightly, like she had the same desires pent up for so long. He gently tugged on a nipple, and he pushed her blouse down to expose the most beautiful creamy breast. He felt her fingers run through his hair as he captured the pert nipple in his mouth. With his other hand he explored up that short skirt, to discover she wasn't wearing panties, and she was dripping wet for him. He slowly ran his fingers against her wetness, till he felt her shudder against him. He lost control, lifted her to the desk, and laid her back. He gently kissed each breast, as he continued to gently pinch her clit, till he brought his mouth to the place his fingers were. He felt her shudder and moan, arching her back to bring her closer to his mouth. She smelled so sweet, tasted so good. He had to have her, claim her, complete this ache hes had for her. He pulled down his pants, and she gasped at the size of his desire. He slowly entered her, feeling the warmth of her surrond him. She moaned, and he began to thrust harder, bringing them both to new heights. She wrapped her legs around him so tight, he knew she couldn't believe how far they had gone. With each thrust she raised her hips to meet him, he gently tugged her hair, her nipples, kissing her neck. Harder and harder till the tidal wave broke. He brought her up to him, kissed her gently on the mouth, and said "yes Ms. Lewis I am better thank you. I think that will be all Ms. Lewis, we can discuss those figures later." She looked so lost, so confused. He watched her trying to make sense of this while he got dressed. As she got herself together and started to leave the office, he called to her, "Ms. Lewis, how about we discuss those quarterly figures over dinner?" She smiled coyly as she walked out the door, "Yes Mr. Harris that would be great, how about my place where its a little quieter."
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Moonlight
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Posted:Feb 13, 2007 4:57 pm
Last Updated:May 30, 2007 9:26 pm
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Stars twinkling up above,
Raven hair blowing in the wind,
Distant drums softly beating,
Sensing his presence as he draws near.
Passion and fire start to burn,
Anticipation wraps itself around her,
The scent of desire fills the air,
Making her ache for him.
Rough hands brushing her skin,
Sending shivers down her spine,
Feeling him hard against her,
So primal, so intense.
The grass cool against her heated flesh,
Sweet moans surrond them both,
Bodies moving to the beat of the drums,
Creating their own rythyme.
Souls molded together as one,
Energy released in the wind,
Soaring like eagles in the clouds,
Release washes over them like waves.
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Lovers Embrace
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Posted:Feb 2, 2007 5:03 pm
Last Updated:Feb 7, 2007 2:31 pm
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A lovers Embrace,
Holding you close,
Feeling your flesh beneath mine,
Sparks ignighting,
The feel of your tongue,
Exploring my body,
Waterfalls of passion released,
Washing over two bodies intertwined,
Pressing closer against you,
Longing to be one with you,
Body and soul connecting,
Flying to a higher dimension,
Moaning and trembling,
Being swept away in the tide,
Satiate my hunger, my Desire,
Quench my thirst for your touch,
Dive into the waters,
A fire raging out of control,
Passionate Release.
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Reflections
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Posted:Feb 1, 2007 5:46 pm
Last Updated:Dec 30, 2007 3:22 pm
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Standing by the water,
Gazing at the reflections,
Birds flying high above,
Colors from the sky,
Trees reaching high.
Ripples distorting the picture,
Making them turn and twist.
Feeling the sun on my face,
The breeze in my hair,
Water so still, so peaceful,
Gazing down and seeing my own reflection,
So removed in this place,
Worries and concerns melt away,
To be replaced by tranquility.
Standing alone surronded by beauty,
Breathing in the aroma of Nature,
Time melts away,
Nothing else matters,
Sticking my feet in the water,
Watching the ripples cross the water,
Soothing, Cleansing, Healing
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Survivor
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Posted:Jan 24, 2007 7:18 pm
Last Updated:Jan 27, 2011 5:18 am
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No time to look back,
To much hard ache,
To much pain,
Hurt and loss left behind,
Stepping out of the rubble,
Shaking off the dust,
I am a survivor.
Some have tried to bring me down,
Some have tired to break my spirit,
Time to spread my wings and fly,
Lift my head and dance,
New days await,
New beginnings waiting to be found,
I am a survivor.
Life is made for living,
Finding hope in the dawn,
Dancing to a new song,
Treasures yet to discover,
Adventures to be explored,
Friends waiting...
I AM A SURVIVOR.
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Ocean Spray
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Posted:Jan 15, 2007 12:12 pm
Last Updated:Mar 17, 2007 9:33 am
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Closing her eyes,
standing on the rock,
arms open wide,
hearing the ocean roll by,
feeling the spray as the waves break against the rock,
head lifted high,
letting the sun bathe her in its warmth,
the seagulls flying by,
hearing their tunes,
taking her to another place,
Water splaches from the rock,
basking in the glory of nature,
looking out across the water,
feeling so small against the vast ocean,
water never ending,
continuing on and on,
so peaceful,
so fierce,
standing in awe of the beauty.
a friend of mine took this picture...amazes me how beautiful yet destructive nature is.
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Dreams
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Posted:Jan 5, 2007 5:07 pm
Last Updated:Jan 13, 2007 5:27 pm
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Enter my dreams,
See what my soul longs for,
Feel the passion,
Burning out of control,
Look into my eyes,
Can you sense the fire,
Longing for your touch,
Wrap your arms around me,
Your touch makes me tremble,
Dreaming of you beside me,
Touching, feeling, careesing,
I can feel you in my dreams,
Taking me higher and higher,
Pushing me further into ecstacy,
Glistened bodies covered in sweat,
Bodies intertwined, moving in unison,
Higher and Higher we glide,
Pleasure seeping from every pore,
Till we glide off that cliff together,
Sweet Release, Sweet Surrender,
Come meet me in my dreams.
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Little Sarah
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Posted:Dec 24, 2006 10:55 am
Last Updated:Feb 27, 2007 7:18 pm
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(Today I was checking out some blogs and came across this story in [blog tyler19702] blog. It touched me so I had to share it, please take the time to read it)
Three years ago, a little boy and his grandmother came to see Santa at Mayfair Mall in Wisconsin .
The climbed up on his lap, holding a picture of a little girl. "Who is this?" asked Santa, smiling. "Your friend? Your sister?"
"Yes, Santa," he replied. "My sister, Sarah, who is very sick," he said sadly.
Santa glanced over at the grandmother who was waiting nearby, and saw her dabbing her eyes with a tissue.
"She wanted to come with me to see you, oh, so very much, Santa!" the exclaimed.
"She misses you," he added softly.
Santa tried to be cheerful and encouraged a smile to the boy's face, asking him what he wanted Santa to bring him for Christmas.
When they finished their visit, the Grandmother came over to help the off his lap, and started to say something to Santa, but halted.
"What is it?" Santa asked warmly.
"Well, I know it's really too much to ask you, Santa, but .." the old woman began, shooing her grandson over to one of Santa's elves to collect the little gift which Santa gave all his young visitors.
"The girl in the photograph.. . my granddaughter well, you see ... she has leukemia and isn't expected to make it even through the holidays," she said through tear-filled eyes.
"Is there any way, Santa. Any possible way that you could come see Sarah?
That's all she's asked for, for Christmas, is to see Santa."
Santa blinked and swallowed hard and told the woman to leave information with his elves as to where Sarah was, and he would see what he could do.
Santa thought of little else the rest of that afternoon.
He knew what he had to do.
"What if it were MY lying in that hospital bed, dying," he thought with a sinking heart, "this is the least I can do."
When Santa finished visiting with all the boys and girls that evening, he retrieved from his helper the name of the hospital where Sarah was staying.
He asked the assistant location manager how to get to 's Hospital.
"Why?" Rick asked, with a puzzled look on his face.
Santa relayed to him the conversation with Sarah's grandmother earlier that day.
"C'mon.... I'll take you there," Rick said softly.
Rick drove them to the hospital and came inside with Santa.
They found out which room Sarah was in.
A pale Rick said he would wait out in the hall.
Santa quietly peeked into the room through the half-closed door and saw little Sarah on the bed.
The room was full of what appeared to be her family; there was the Grandmother and the girl's brother he had met earlier that day.
A woman whom he guessed was Sarah's mother stood by the bed, gently pushing Sarah's thin hair off her forehead.
And another woman who he discovered later was Sarah's aunt, sat in a chair near the bed with weary, sad look on her face.
They were talking quietly, and Santa could sense the warmth and closeness of the family, and their love and concern for Sarah.
Taking a deep breath, and forcing a smile on his face, Santa entered the room, bellowing a hearty, "Ho, ho, ho!" "Santa!" shrieked little Sarah weakly, as she tried to escape her bed to run to him, IV tubes in tact.
Santa rushed to her side and gave her a warm hug.
A the tender age of his own -- 9 years old -- gazed up at him with wonder and excitement.
Her skin was pale and her short tresses bore telltale bald patches from the effects of chemotherapy. But all he saw when he looked at her was a pair of huge, blue eyes. His heart melted, and he had to force himself to choke back tears.
Though his eyes were riveted upon Sarah's face, he could hear the gasps and quiet sobbing of the women in the room.
As he and Sarah began talking, the family crept quietly to the bedside one by one,
squeezing Santa's shoulder or his hand gratefully, whispering "thank you" as they gazed sincerely at him with shining eyes.
Santa and Sarah talked and talked, and she told him excitedly all the toys she wanted for Chris tmas, assuring him she'd been a very good girl that year.
As their time together dwindled, Santa felt led in his spirit to pray for Sarah, and asked for permission from the girl's mother.
She nodded in agreement and the entire family circled around Sarah's bed, holding hands.
Santa looked intensely at Sarah and asked her if she believed in angels.
"Oh, yes, Santa... I do!" she exclaimed.
"Well, I'm going to ask that angels watch over you, "he said. Laying one hand on the
's head, Santa closed his eyes and prayed.
He asked that God touch little Sarah, and heal her body from this disease.
He asked that angels minister to her, watch and keep her.
And when he finished praying, still with eyes closed, he started singing softly, "Silent Night, Holy Night.... all is calm, all is bright.
" The family joined in, still holding hands, smiling at Sarah, and crying tears of hope, tears of joy for this moment, as Sarah beamed at them all.
When the song ended, Santa sat on the side of the bed again and held Sarah's frail,
small hands in his own.
"Now, Sarah, "he said authoritatively, "you have a job to do, and that is to concentrate on getting well.
I want you to have fun playing with your friends this summer, and I expect to see you at my house at Mayfair Mall this time next year!"
He knew it was risky proclaiming that, to this little girl who had terminal cancer, but he "had" to. He had to give her the greatest gift he could -- not dolls or games or toys -- but the gift of HOPE.
"Yes, Santa! "Sarah exclaimed, her eyes bright. He leaned down and kissed her on the forehead and left the room.
Out in the hall, the minute Santa's eyes met Rick's, a look passed between them and they wept unashamed.
Sarah's mother and grandmother slipped out of the room quickly and rushed to
Santa's side to thank him.
"My only is the same age as Sarah," he explained quietly.
"This is the least I could do.
" They nodded with understanding and hugged him.
One year later, Santa Mark was again back on the set in Milwaukee for his six-week, seasonal job which he so loves to do.
Several weeks went by and then one day a came up to sit on his lap.
"Hi, Santa! Remember me?!" "Of course, I do," Santa proclaimed (as he always does), smiling down at her.
After all, the secret to being a "good" Santa is to always make each feel as if they are the "only" in the world at that moment.
"You came to see me in the hospital last year!" Santa's jaw dropped.
Tears immediately sprang in his eyes, and he grabbed this little miracle and held her to his chest. "Sarah!" he exclaimed.
He scarcely recognized her,for her hair was long and silky and her cheeks were rosy -- much different from the little girl he had visited just a year before.
He looked over and saw Sarah's mother and grandmother in the sidelines smiling and waving and wiping their eyes.
That was the best Christmas ever for Santa Claus.
He had witnessed --and been blessed to be instrumental in bringing about -- this miracle of hope. This precious little was healed.
Cancer-free. Alive and well. He silently looked up to Heaven and humbly whispered, "Thank you, Father.
'Tis a very, Merry Christmas!
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Satisfy
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Posted:Dec 22, 2006 10:08 pm
Last Updated:Jan 11, 2007 7:09 pm
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Feeling your breath against my skin,
The heat of your mouth as it travels,
Sensations running out of control,
Your touch awakening the beast within,
Hungering for more of your touch,
Thirsting to feel you to the very depth,
The fire rages out of control,
Feeling your fingers slide down,
Discovering the very core of my desire,
Sensuous heat rises through every pour,
Trembling and shaking against your touch,
Feeling your tongue explore,
Finding the well within, drinking from its spring,
I ache for more of you, to feel you,
Out of control, Can't take anymore,
Plunge into the depths of my want,
Enter me, Satisfy this hunger,
Quiet the storm within me,
Sweet Bliss with every movement,
Taking me higher and higher,
Quivering and moaning,
Satisfying the unsatiable.
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