It's not your anniversary or birthday
It's by any means any ordinary day
Is it though?
I ask your resting soul
Is your spirit here?
Something in the air
Beckons my heart to recall
And for this moment
I need not shut my eyes
To see imprints of your face in my heart
Perhaps you sense my need for guidance
Perhaps that soft whispering thought, is that what you say?
Its an older version of me this day
One that recognises precious heart banks
So for your presence today, i say thanks
And remind you to be my heart guest forever
Heart guest, sever ties never
I need you, I miss you, I love you, R.I.P
Saturday, 31 January 2009
Monday, 26 January 2009
please tell me....
what makes you cry? (generally)
when last did you cry?
what consoles you?
what is your personal opinion about crying?
what do you think about pornography? (yes random, i know, but hey... i am asking)
when last did you cry?
what consoles you?
what is your personal opinion about crying?
what do you think about pornography? (yes random, i know, but hey... i am asking)
a little teaser.... because... just because...!
‘Shh’ he whispered in her ear, but she never stopped screaming and he never for one second paused to let her breathe either. The endowment, naturally heightened by passion drove Leila to a mental state that was the closest she had been to orgasmic insanity and she absolutely loved it. Her gasps encouraged his animal desire to please her. He gave, and then some! He set her soul alight as he fuelled, and then extinguished her starvaion, until she thought she saw the glittering trillion stars all smiling. It was recognisably the part of her soul that manipulated her sexual desires, for what it had subconsciously sought without fulfilment, it found. For the first time in over a year, the aftermath of the incident left Leila feeling like a real woman should; well and truly sexually gratified!
AZ Yet had a point when......
AZ Yet had a point when they sang ‘Last night’
‘… I saw the sun, the moon, the mountains and the rivers….’. Oh come on if you don’t know that song then you didn’t sufficiently ‘pull’ in 1996/97 because everyone played that song while they dimmed the lights. To tease your mind I want to remind you of a different experience that made you sing this song. Let’s forget love and all that mushy stuff just for a second. This is not about how you wanted to show the ‘depth’ of your love. This is why, technically, you saw the sun, moon, mountains and rivers and didn’t necessarily have to light any romantic candles.
His recollection of last night – I walked in and my girl who normally has a metaphoric halo over her head was dressed in patent leather skinny trousers with killer heels. Her make up was glittery but dark, especially around her eyes. She walked over to me and pulled me in by the collar. In the bedroom she explored north and south of my anatomy with confidence. She made me kneel before her, she made me bow and call her ‘queen’, she rode me with such precision, skill and self-belief. In the grind of things (yes there was a lot of grinding!), I pledged heaven and earth to her (funnily enough I don’t regret doing so. I will clear out my bank account for that award winning performance). By the time she was done with me I could not breathe especially when her lips and tongue did things. I screamed like a girl (the boys need never know). I tell you, I passed out with her name on my lips and consequently could not go into work this morning, much less meet the boys later for endless pints and breast/bum watching. I love the little minx. She’s cat walking round the house with a mischievous half smile on her lips and a healthy glow in her eyes. She is even threatening round 14! No way woman, I take your point, you are the one for me!
Her recollection – Last night I was furious! There’s talk amongst the girls of this other woman yet again. How embarrassing (they all make out their relationships/marriages are perfect… the bitches!). Anyway I don’t know what I am doing wrong. I am not sure if he is cheating or not but my goodness gracious, he is never home, he smells weird (although this might be my imagination). I don’t know what to believe. Does he love me? I am sure he does. Is he bored? Restless? He thinks he owns me to do with as he wishes? He thinks he knows me? I am not going to shout and scream and threaten to leave, oh no! So then I decided that I would screw his brains out. I will own his body. I know his anatomy inside out. I will put him in his place, punish him sweetly for my insanity. This should give him time for some sober reflection. I did it! I am exhausted but it was worth it. Riding is such a good workout for my bum and waist….. and he has promised to buy me that Cartier necklace I asked for many months ago (note he had said he couldn’t afford it just yet). We’ll go shopping for it tomorrow if he is awake by then. He is still passed out in the bedroom, sprawled on the bed like he did any work and this is 16 hours later. Maybe I should give him round 14 just to make sure I get my point across. Tee hee!
Need I say more?
Enjoy!
Sally ;-)
‘… I saw the sun, the moon, the mountains and the rivers….’. Oh come on if you don’t know that song then you didn’t sufficiently ‘pull’ in 1996/97 because everyone played that song while they dimmed the lights. To tease your mind I want to remind you of a different experience that made you sing this song. Let’s forget love and all that mushy stuff just for a second. This is not about how you wanted to show the ‘depth’ of your love. This is why, technically, you saw the sun, moon, mountains and rivers and didn’t necessarily have to light any romantic candles.
His recollection of last night – I walked in and my girl who normally has a metaphoric halo over her head was dressed in patent leather skinny trousers with killer heels. Her make up was glittery but dark, especially around her eyes. She walked over to me and pulled me in by the collar. In the bedroom she explored north and south of my anatomy with confidence. She made me kneel before her, she made me bow and call her ‘queen’, she rode me with such precision, skill and self-belief. In the grind of things (yes there was a lot of grinding!), I pledged heaven and earth to her (funnily enough I don’t regret doing so. I will clear out my bank account for that award winning performance). By the time she was done with me I could not breathe especially when her lips and tongue did things. I screamed like a girl (the boys need never know). I tell you, I passed out with her name on my lips and consequently could not go into work this morning, much less meet the boys later for endless pints and breast/bum watching. I love the little minx. She’s cat walking round the house with a mischievous half smile on her lips and a healthy glow in her eyes. She is even threatening round 14! No way woman, I take your point, you are the one for me!
Her recollection – Last night I was furious! There’s talk amongst the girls of this other woman yet again. How embarrassing (they all make out their relationships/marriages are perfect… the bitches!). Anyway I don’t know what I am doing wrong. I am not sure if he is cheating or not but my goodness gracious, he is never home, he smells weird (although this might be my imagination). I don’t know what to believe. Does he love me? I am sure he does. Is he bored? Restless? He thinks he owns me to do with as he wishes? He thinks he knows me? I am not going to shout and scream and threaten to leave, oh no! So then I decided that I would screw his brains out. I will own his body. I know his anatomy inside out. I will put him in his place, punish him sweetly for my insanity. This should give him time for some sober reflection. I did it! I am exhausted but it was worth it. Riding is such a good workout for my bum and waist….. and he has promised to buy me that Cartier necklace I asked for many months ago (note he had said he couldn’t afford it just yet). We’ll go shopping for it tomorrow if he is awake by then. He is still passed out in the bedroom, sprawled on the bed like he did any work and this is 16 hours later. Maybe I should give him round 14 just to make sure I get my point across. Tee hee!
Need I say more?
Enjoy!
Sally ;-)
A man and his cheating mind
He cheated on you, you found out, caught him red handed! To prove to yourself just how depressed you are, you’ve been out binge drinking all night, snugged three random guys who weren’t your type, attempted to French kiss and then hump your girl friend with your dildo from behind (in fact you are so groggy right now, you don’t know angry she is and coming to think about it, where’s your damn mobile phone?). With a severely sore head, you ferociously throw the curtains shut to prevent the sunlight and you go back to sleep. At this point your tears are burning the pillow; the furnace is blazing hot, similar to the bleed in your heart. But why did he do it? Your version of events leaves him unforgivably dumped, and you come out smelling of roses, but let’s hear what he has to say!
She is the bunny boiler from hell! She is obsessed with everything I do, everywhere I go and everyone I see. She lives in my pocket and wants to know every last detail of my day including when I coughed, ate lunch and did a number 2 in the gentlemen’s! I love her to bits and want to spend the rest of my life with her but I met this girl who didn’t care what I was up to in intricate detail. All that mattered was the bigger picture. Suddenly I felt relaxed and I could breathe. It was so refreshing that one thing led to another. It was a mistake which I will never make again. I love my girl but will she trust me, let me be a man, let me live my life, let me miss her enough to enjoy running home to her?
She is the Virgin Mary personified! When I met her she wore black skin tight leather trousers with heels that ‘rhythmed’ with the floor to the beat of this R&B tune on my mind. Her walk was sexy! When she cooked me dinner for the first time my stomach became the passage to my heart and when we spent the night together, we never slept if you know what I mean. Following on from that my apartment no longer had my towels on the bathroom floor and on my centre piece, lives a cream vase carrying a dozen cream carnations that match my cream curtains. She is the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with, but for one problem. As soon as the relationship conquered the initial stage of impressing each other, she lost her ability to be sexy. She waltzes round the apartment lazily in my old rumpled t-shirt which she pulls out the washing machine. The carnations are still in place unfailingly every week, so are the elaborate meals (in fact my beer belly is no longer down to beer), but when we get to the bedroom it’s the same old routine with the light off! Sex does not rule our relationship, love does but when I went out and met this stranger in the coffee bar, yep, you guessed it - one thing led to another. Do I love this stranger? No! She reminded me of what I saw in my girl the first time I met her. Who do I want to be with? My girl of course! Despite the shortcomings I love who she is.
She is obsessed with equality! She reminds me every day that a woman can be a singer, engineer, doctor, lawyer, stripper, architect, and janitor, anything a man can be. Problem? She is so fanatical about this concept that she forgets to let me be the man in the relationship. I love her but need the respect of a woman who understands that a man is the captain of the ship. So I went out and this woman absolutely adored my views, worshipped the ground I walked on and told me what a big, strong man I was. She said she felt small and vulnerable in my arms. The rest of the night is history. What do I want? I still want my girl but I am worried that she will drive me crazy.
While some of these scenarios make men look like selfish bastards and might even be construed disrespectful to women, the truth is that what a man needs is a well-rounded woman. This woman can be anything at the drop of a hat. She is down to earth and a domestic goddess, she will walk around in your rumpled t-shirt and look scruffy but strangely appealing, yet when you take her out she scrubs up good and your friends gawk at her. Underneath her dinner dress is some sizzling hot lingerie and yet on the kitchen hob is your favourite meal waiting to be served on demand. She worships the ground you walk on and will indulge you in ‘69’ on request but she is no fool for you and will make you work for all she has to give because she knows her worth. She will obey your every word but not without gently massaging her opinion into your rules (she sneaks it up on you perfectly. Its done so flawlessly you can’t help but love her). She is beautiful, classy and what’s more she bears or cannot wait to bear your children. While it is impossible to attain such perfection, keeping our men ‘zipped up’ is not totally outside our abilities as women. In certain situations a man cheats because it seems to be part of his genetic make up and no attainment of the label – ‘well rounded woman’ will keep his roaming eyes fixated on you (and in those cases what you do with your relationship depends on how strongly you feel about the issue. Women’s views differ!).
So some of them have no excuse for this hurtful behaviour but in the event that they come up with some ‘justification’ for their short comings, striking a balance between being their life-size doll and being human is not easy, however, here’s the a.b.c guide to being his perfect woman in his opinion - do the domestics with a smiling face, cook his food with love (light a candle at the dinner table occasionally), wear lingerie, or wear nothing at all, give him a blow job, let him have his wicked way with you, play the innocent ‘I-only-know-the-missionary-position’ type and be good at it (some men like their women free of ‘filth’!), be familiar with the names of the players of his favourite football team, score points by commenting on the politics show, watch the gadget show or top gear with him, if he says he’ll be back at midnight and its now 10 past, resist the urge to leave him 20 messages on his voice mail (and upon his return, let your ‘where have you been?’ sound more blasé than ‘I have been hyperventilating with fury!’), get down on your knees and scrub the kitchen floor and spend a dedicated amount of time massaging his ego! Does anyone know any such woman? It sounds like perfection to me and we all know perfection is pretty unfeasible a concept. Is there hope that men will ever stop cheating? Who knows? For now just follow the a.b.c guide to the best of your ability. Leave the rest to destiny, after all you went into the relationship with your eyes open – you can only do your best and in love there are no guarantees!
Good luck
;-) Sally
© 2007
She is the bunny boiler from hell! She is obsessed with everything I do, everywhere I go and everyone I see. She lives in my pocket and wants to know every last detail of my day including when I coughed, ate lunch and did a number 2 in the gentlemen’s! I love her to bits and want to spend the rest of my life with her but I met this girl who didn’t care what I was up to in intricate detail. All that mattered was the bigger picture. Suddenly I felt relaxed and I could breathe. It was so refreshing that one thing led to another. It was a mistake which I will never make again. I love my girl but will she trust me, let me be a man, let me live my life, let me miss her enough to enjoy running home to her?
She is the Virgin Mary personified! When I met her she wore black skin tight leather trousers with heels that ‘rhythmed’ with the floor to the beat of this R&B tune on my mind. Her walk was sexy! When she cooked me dinner for the first time my stomach became the passage to my heart and when we spent the night together, we never slept if you know what I mean. Following on from that my apartment no longer had my towels on the bathroom floor and on my centre piece, lives a cream vase carrying a dozen cream carnations that match my cream curtains. She is the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with, but for one problem. As soon as the relationship conquered the initial stage of impressing each other, she lost her ability to be sexy. She waltzes round the apartment lazily in my old rumpled t-shirt which she pulls out the washing machine. The carnations are still in place unfailingly every week, so are the elaborate meals (in fact my beer belly is no longer down to beer), but when we get to the bedroom it’s the same old routine with the light off! Sex does not rule our relationship, love does but when I went out and met this stranger in the coffee bar, yep, you guessed it - one thing led to another. Do I love this stranger? No! She reminded me of what I saw in my girl the first time I met her. Who do I want to be with? My girl of course! Despite the shortcomings I love who she is.
She is obsessed with equality! She reminds me every day that a woman can be a singer, engineer, doctor, lawyer, stripper, architect, and janitor, anything a man can be. Problem? She is so fanatical about this concept that she forgets to let me be the man in the relationship. I love her but need the respect of a woman who understands that a man is the captain of the ship. So I went out and this woman absolutely adored my views, worshipped the ground I walked on and told me what a big, strong man I was. She said she felt small and vulnerable in my arms. The rest of the night is history. What do I want? I still want my girl but I am worried that she will drive me crazy.
While some of these scenarios make men look like selfish bastards and might even be construed disrespectful to women, the truth is that what a man needs is a well-rounded woman. This woman can be anything at the drop of a hat. She is down to earth and a domestic goddess, she will walk around in your rumpled t-shirt and look scruffy but strangely appealing, yet when you take her out she scrubs up good and your friends gawk at her. Underneath her dinner dress is some sizzling hot lingerie and yet on the kitchen hob is your favourite meal waiting to be served on demand. She worships the ground you walk on and will indulge you in ‘69’ on request but she is no fool for you and will make you work for all she has to give because she knows her worth. She will obey your every word but not without gently massaging her opinion into your rules (she sneaks it up on you perfectly. Its done so flawlessly you can’t help but love her). She is beautiful, classy and what’s more she bears or cannot wait to bear your children. While it is impossible to attain such perfection, keeping our men ‘zipped up’ is not totally outside our abilities as women. In certain situations a man cheats because it seems to be part of his genetic make up and no attainment of the label – ‘well rounded woman’ will keep his roaming eyes fixated on you (and in those cases what you do with your relationship depends on how strongly you feel about the issue. Women’s views differ!).
So some of them have no excuse for this hurtful behaviour but in the event that they come up with some ‘justification’ for their short comings, striking a balance between being their life-size doll and being human is not easy, however, here’s the a.b.c guide to being his perfect woman in his opinion - do the domestics with a smiling face, cook his food with love (light a candle at the dinner table occasionally), wear lingerie, or wear nothing at all, give him a blow job, let him have his wicked way with you, play the innocent ‘I-only-know-the-missionary-position’ type and be good at it (some men like their women free of ‘filth’!), be familiar with the names of the players of his favourite football team, score points by commenting on the politics show, watch the gadget show or top gear with him, if he says he’ll be back at midnight and its now 10 past, resist the urge to leave him 20 messages on his voice mail (and upon his return, let your ‘where have you been?’ sound more blasé than ‘I have been hyperventilating with fury!’), get down on your knees and scrub the kitchen floor and spend a dedicated amount of time massaging his ego! Does anyone know any such woman? It sounds like perfection to me and we all know perfection is pretty unfeasible a concept. Is there hope that men will ever stop cheating? Who knows? For now just follow the a.b.c guide to the best of your ability. Leave the rest to destiny, after all you went into the relationship with your eyes open – you can only do your best and in love there are no guarantees!
Good luck
;-) Sally
© 2007
Saturday, 24 January 2009
tell me your secret....
ok this is one thing about me. when i am upset, i tend to go a bit psycho on house work. in that mode, i can clean the house from top to bottom and if employed as a cleaner during rage mode, employer will be very impressed. this is of course when i have finished an aggressive, bordering on violent-like work out.
what do you do when you are angry? i am interested.
what do you do when you are angry? i am interested.
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