tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-208454462009-02-21T01:34:13.804-08:00The Little Rascals' Alfalfa may have had his "He-man Woman Haters' Club", but Darla had something Alfalfa couldn't resist....SLgrlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09057879146549416156noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20845446.post-1149817248460218212006-06-08T18:28:00.000-07:002006-06-08T19:25:59.153-07:00

His Turn..."Lay back", she whispers Pressing his body down, down Into the warm place she leftOn the bedTender lips roam randomly upon The inviting landscape of his nakedness That trembles slightlyFrom her touchMuscled thighs tighten reflexivelyRelax then with trustShe crouchs low, takes her place Between themThe scent MuskyMaleFuels her desireTo envelop him thenNoNot yet Slow

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His warm breath beckonsStrong arms pull her nearer toMoist lips And nimble tongueHips rise up inAnticipationHungering For what she knows will comePleasure swells as His mouth finds the place He knows so wellBy her soft, low sounds Movements, gyrating Increase their tempo along withHis Swirling, circling FasterBetween her open thighsA hand moves, fingers search One enters, then AnotherA cry

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A strong hand ReachesFor one more delicate,SoftSo familiar the touchSteady, firm, yetYielding when The path narrowsAnd one leads the otherTo reach a placeWide enough To join again, side by sideStronger

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Long, slender limbsOpen eagerlyTo accept his loveThoughts are superfluousSensations meld with touchSwaying, circling hipsFind a rhythm with their partner inThis danceMusic softly playsLips seek their ownCandlelight flickers, glows acrossThe tips of her breasts, the curve of his backShadows on the wall intertwinedAs are the two on his bedImages writhe, heads arch backHold tighter, harder,

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Timing is Everything....She looked up from her computer, and, brushing her auburn hair away from her face, turned toward the open door of her office. Her gaze lazily drifted to the room across the hall. Suddenly, her heart skipped a beat as she caught the unmistakable spikey brown/blonde hair, then took in the chiseled features, and well-toned shoulders and arms beneath the plum-colored,

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Out of My Mind....My fervent hope for my next long-term (married?) relationship, is to have a true PARTNER. I don't know if this is attainable in the real world, but in my fantasies I dream of a man who would actually not leave me to fend for myself when it comes to issues that concern both of us. In fact, in a relationship, I think any problem one partner has should automatically be of concern

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Desire....Desire grows, presses firmlyAgainst the small of her backFirst, awakening her mindThenHer bodyShe turns to himLips touch Hands exploreSoonTheir desires combineSo amazingly intenseThe want, the needShe feels Only he can fulfill

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I'm trying my hand at poetry. My sincere apologies to any real poets with talent who read these....(being in love makes me wanna write the mushy stuff)....For you....Late at night, aloneWhen the only sound is thatOf my own breathingI think of youWords float through my mindArms...Close...Safe...Sleep comes easily to me thenBecause I am wrapped upIn the warm memories of the nights we have shared---

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Catch-22Like many people my age, (mid 40's), I have been around the block a time or two, if you catch my drift. I have been married and divorced twice, and I have had one other relationship that I would consider serious, that took place between the two marriages. Of course, I've had my share of dates, and a few "less serious" relationships. I vowed long ago not to dwell in the past, or hold

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Will I ever learn?I recently told a friend about how great I thought things were going with the man I am currently dating. She asked, "did he tell you yet that he loves you?" To which I replied "no, but I'm pretty sure he does." I also told said friend that I would never say "I love you" first. This is because when I was dating the man who later became my second husband, I blurted out the "L"

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"M" is my best male friend. He is a rather unusual person, but his quirks only serve to make him more endearing to me. There are some, however, for whom M provokes something less than warm, fuzzy feelings. His strong emotions, extreme sensitivity, and tendency to "fixate" at times, can be difficult for others to tolerate. M is a social worker, a challenging occupation for someone who has spent

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Where do I begin?Here I am, mid 40's, single again, and ridin' the relationship roller coaster...by the way, I HATE roller coasters....For the last several days, my emotions have swung wildly between sheer joy that I may have finally found the M.O.M.D. (I dare ya to figure it out), to panic at the prospect of possible rejection, to a strange lethargy that causes me to procrastinate with regard to

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