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What is it you Desire

Is it the sweet, sentimentality of love you desire?

With a slow Victorian courtship,

 with measured steps,

and wistful dreams? 

A truly civilized approach to love,

ripped from the pages of a romance novel?

Or is it something more?

Is it desire?

Is it seeing the one you want and feeling the flush start?

Is it feeling your breathing quicken and your pulse speed up

when that special someone is close?

Is it looking into their eyes,

and seeing that the desire is mutual?

Is it lust?

Is it the desire to throw aside civility,

cast aside the veneer

and allow yourselves to become animalistic,

struggling with each other,

find out who will be dominate,

and who will submit?

Is it tearing off each other’s clothes,

biting and scratching,

banging each other into the walls,

giving in to the urges of the moment

until both are spent?

And then, in exhaustion,

holding onto each other while your recover.

What is it you desire?

Be honest.

Beside You

I want you beside me,

breathless,

sweaty,

glowing,

sated

lost in a cloud of sensual contentment

exhaustion oozing from every pore

from exploring paths previously forbidden. 

Taking time to relax,

cuddle

and caress

as every nerve now awakened

settles into a new awareness. 

I want to lie there beside you,

looking into your eyes,

kissing your lips,

touching,

as desire builds anew

and new dreams cry out to be explored

Over the years, the Olympics have been a showcase for countries wanting to promote themselves.  Maybe it's time to change that around!  I took note of the anniversary of the earthquake in Haiti, and how much still needs to be done there.  What popped to mind is why  don't we showcase what can be done if we work together and rebuild a place that is needing everyone's assistance to get safe housing and improvements to their infrastructure?  If world class events were to be showcased in places like Haiti, Indonesia, and New Orleans, with all the housing and facilities for people to attend built to the standards required to survive the disasters that occurred before, wouldn't that be worth seeing?  Wouldn't that be worth supporting?  Wouldn't it be good to see what happens when vanity is set aside and replaced by compassion?  International oversight could reduce corruption, and all those ( countries, corperations, and individuals ) who contribute to the effort could take pride in creating a showcase for the world's best athletes, as well as reducing the deprivations of those who have suffered though a catastrophic event.

Just a simple thought,

a moment's inspiration.

A possibility.

Making the world a better place,

by helping those in need,

while supporting

the best in the world.

After seeing what happened in France, I have to wonder.  Would all of the prophets look at what is happening in the world, in their names, be asking "What did we say that was twisted into these acts?"  Where is the awareness that no person has the ability to fully comprehend God's vision and that it is only through all people respecting the beliefs of all people can we create the world we desire.  We keep hearing about jihad, the holy war, but we are waiting for some one to lead the greater jihad, the struggle for peace. 

Making love with you

Yes, I miss holding you,

kissing you

nibbling on your shoulder, neck and ears

I miss caressing your back

and feeling you move closer

I miss feeling the swell of your hips

and hearing your breath catch

I miss touching the sides of your breasts

and seeing your eyes close with pleasure

I miss tickling your thighs

and the powerful, passionate kisses

I miss massaging the back of your neck

and you deeply breathing in these sensations

I miss sliding my fingers under your breasts,

kissing my way down to your nipples

feeling them harden between my lips

I miss grasping your breasts

and having both nipples in my mouth

and I miss you kissing me

I miss kissing your belly

and teasing the tops of your thighs

and I miss you touching me

I miss going down on you

and the many ways you respond

and I miss your expressions

I miss entering you

and hearing you respond

Yes, I miss loving you,

but what I really miss is the sharing of our selves.

Looking at my reflection

It’s time for a shave,

and as I stand in front of the mirror,

looking at my reflection,

my thoughts fly through time,

into the future and the past. 

They take me to a time when we are together,

when I focus on you,

kissing your hands,

nuzzling your neck,

massaging your shoulders,

 giving you a back rub,

caressing you,

before lifting your blouse and kissing the small of your back. 

As I take my time lathering up and preparing the blade,

I think of why a close shave matters to me. 

I think of the softness of your skin,

how good it feels to kiss you all over,

how wonderful it feels to rub my cheeks against you,

and I don’t want anything to be between us as I hold you close while kissing, nuzzling,

and nibbling on you.

As I start to shave,

I think about undressing you,

exposing your breasts,

caressing them,

while kissing my way to them,

massaging them,

cupping them,

then kissing between them,

then all around them,

running my fingers softly under them before focusing on your nipples,

your nipples,

which I will savor,

with my lips,

my tongue,

and my teeth,

softly.

I will continue to enjoy the way you look,

the way you feel,

the way you taste,

as I continue to travel down your body,

kissing and nuzzling over your stomach,

while running my hands down your sides and over your hips and down your legs.  Before going down on you,

I will pause,

and just breathe on your pussy…

then kiss it,

and taste your outer lips,

tease them open with my tongue,

while tasting your excitement.

I take my time shaving,

making sure there is no stubble. 

Going down on you,

feeling your thighs grasp my face as I suck on your clit,

one of my hands teases the opening of your pussy,

the other teases your ass…

There is no rush here. 

My pleasure is in your pleasure. 

My desire is nothing less than finding all the paths to your ecstasy,

inside and out,

allowing you to feel wave after wave of sensual release

 until you cannot take any more,

and touching you in any manner causes spasms of pleasure.

As I finish shaving,

I think of you. 

I think of how,

after catching your breath,

you come to me,

touching me,

teasing me,

pleasuring me,

then we join and fuck each other until we both cum and collapse,

exhausted,

entwined,

catching our breath,

then,

either caressing each other,

or falling asleep as we lay.

Looking at my reflection,

and as I shave,

I think of you,

and the passions we share