| 2 years ago :: Jan 15, 2011 - 4:24PM #11 | |
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When I look at her beautiful face no other could replace in my heart in my heat to feel her touching me inside would complete my heart would never be my own again nor my will this is one of those loves that I wouldn't be able to resist pouring my everything into every bit of passion, compassion, beyond fidelity. . . this woman would absolutely own my heart she already does even if she doesn't want to. |
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| 2 years ago :: Jan 15, 2011 - 7:23PM #12 | |
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When I was young all my fantasies were about what I wanted someone else to do to me in recent years I went to the polar opposite almost always my fantasies were about the gift of passion I would give and just now with this one I so desire I find myself dreaming both ways not that I would direct or demand to outline another's Love making but that I so ache to be touched by her I cannot resist dreaming of it. Dreams are all I have in this instance and I dream of making passionate love and of the touch I long for. |
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| 2 years ago :: Jan 23, 2011 - 10:18PM #13 | |
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I used to live for the weekends they were never long enough but now that she is in my world the weekend seems to drag. . . on and on and on find myself wishing it gone so that I can see the face that is beautiful to me the face that I so love to see!!! |
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| 2 years ago :: Jan 24, 2011 - 10:37PM #14 | |
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The face I love. . . nibbling pizza, or smiling or serious in thought. . . I see that face and my heart is instantly tethered! My heart belly up like a whimpering and delighted pup! my heart it's yours. . . whether you want it or not. My heart. . . I couldn't get it back or give it to someone else if I tried. . . My heart is not my own anymore. |
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| 2 years ago :: Jan 24, 2011 - 10:45PM #15 | |
Ifthe love was mutual and I knew it, I would wait patiently for days weeks months years because you are worth it! Even as it is when I have no assurance of mutuality, my heart shall stay filled with you for days weeks months years no choice. . . I love you |
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| 2 years ago :: Jan 26, 2011 - 9:06PM #16 | |
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She. . . deserves to be loved, cherished, appreciated just the way she is! She deserves someone to whom she is beautiful just the way she is! She deserves someone who wants to take care of her. . . she who has spent so much of her time taking care of others! She deserves someone who wants to give her their all. |
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| 2 years ago :: Jan 28, 2011 - 6:39PM #17 | |
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How much do I love you?? So much that, even though, I do desire you desperately! IF you said that you loved me but didn't want me sexually (and I do want you very much!) I'd give up sex to be with you. Sex is not the core of my loving you! I would melt after my knees turned to jello if I ever got a kiss from you, but I'd do without it if I could just be around you for the rest of my life! |
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| 2 years ago :: Jan 31, 2011 - 5:40PM #18 | |
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You are in my heart, like the land, surrounded on all sides by my love, like the ocean. My love wants in, but only finds shores to lap at with waves of compliments, attention, and expressions of caring; when I long to be lakes and rivers, part of your sustenance, part of your life I long to be these so entwined with your heart, mind, and soul that we become two yet one. . . that who can put asunder? None! |
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| 2 years ago :: Jan 31, 2011 - 5:51PM #19 | |
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I wonder if you know the power you possess. Perhaps, for it to be seen as a power, I must be seen as someone of value because the power you have is the power to have my devotion in an instant. . . Indeed you already have it, it waits in no man's land for you claim. |
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| 2 years ago :: Jan 31, 2011 - 5:58PM #20 | |
It's a Beautiful Day Because You're In ItDrizzle, gray and cool even such a day is beautiful in it's own way especially adorned with your face and my ears caressed with the sound of your voice my only choice is to express my hearts undying love. . . or not, add fear that my love would be a repellent. . . and not's what you got. Expressed or held inside my love for you does ever abide.
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