I write of a woman who I love with all I have.
A woman who is as fair as the winter snow.
Eyes as warm as the summer morning sunshine.
Lips red like the shade of a setting sun.
Hair that the four winds caress and kiss.
And a smile that make even mother nature jealous.
And the sun, the moon, the earth and the stars are but,
poets to sing how humbling her beauty is to them.
And I am the keeper of her heart. The owner of her love.
The servant to her footsteps. The guide to her hands.
She loves me. And I love her more for it.
The woman who is my life, my heart, my soul, my all.
I hope everyone is having a lovely day (or night, since we honestly don’t know which time zones others might be.) So, anyways, I know you have been seeing a lot of text posts recently. I am trying to keep the answering of my messages to a minimum by doing so. It is just to answer a lot of questions in one go instead of spamming your dashboard with my answers. And to everyone asking me personal details on anonymous, please know that I do keep myself and my personal life plus its details discreet in here. So, if you do want to know something, just come right out and ask me off anon. I am as open as a book with who I am and how I am. And I would very much like to keep it between someone I know than just outright saying it out to a crowd which might seem more… hmmm… pretentious, I think if I put the right word there (and also there is the added advantage of keeping a chat off the dashboard).
So, thats what I wanted to say for now. Its been a while since I talked to any of you on here. And my posts haven’t been as frequent. Just going through a bit of life’s smaller turning points. I hope you all do understand.
Love you all. Keep your souls smiling.
I love long hair on a girl. I love the thought of washing the hair of the girl I love in the shower. Also, helping her dry it too. I don’t know about other guys out there or how they view it. But its something I wanna do with my girl someday.
I know life is filled with more sorrow than I can handle. And there are days when the pain just keeps on getting more and it just lasts and lasts. But I know there will come a day, when I will have her by my side. When all my tears are taken away by her own hands. That there will be a day when I will hear her whisper in my ear as she held me in her arms, “I am here now. Everything will be okay. I love you.
Sorry if my posts went a bit overboard today. Maybe its just that i am a bit frustrated in the more overly sexual sense. But, i guess venting it sometimes into the blog can do more good than bad.
I think I could fall madly in bed with you.
When a man talks dirty to a woman, it’s sexual harassment. When a woman talks dirty to a man, it’s $4 a minute.
Some things are better than sex, and some are worse, but there’s nothing exactly like it.