Archive for December, 2009

December 27, 2009

A beautiful definition of love…

“Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being “in love” which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.” -St. Augustine

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December 22, 2009

trying…

trying not to remember…
the things you make impossible to forget…
the way it feels when your lips touch mine…
the shrills you cause each time your hands…
make their way between my thighs…
the way you grip my neck…
as your fingers plunge deep inside me…
the gushing of wetness…
as my body responds to your every move…
the exquisitely painful bruises you leave behind…
a constant reminder…
of the insane eruptions…
one after another…
the uncontrollable moaning…
that has me sounding like…
a one woman orchestra…
with you as the conductor…
knowing just how…
to pull each note out of me…
and finally our moist limp bodies…
intertwined…
and drifting off into a deep slumber…
waking hours later…
to devilish smiles…
and playful laughter
air tight spooning…
and talk of breakfast…
trying so hard not to remember…
the things you make impossible to forget…

December 10, 2009

Her…

Lying here…
Images of her…
Her face…
Buried between my thighs…
Her hands…
Gripping my hips…
Her tongue…
Lapping up…
The wetness she caused…
Effortlessly…
I can feel my clit begin to swell…
And my juices to overflow…
As I recall her…
Behind me…
My face smothered…
In the pillows…
Her body…
Pressing into mine…
Her breath…
On my neck…
I want to feel her…
Again…
Her tongue…
Deep inside my mouth…
As I whimper in torment…
Her fingers…
Exploring my insides…
The memories of the intense explosions she caused…
Are so fresh…
They feel like déjà vu…
Her intoxicating scent…
Still lingers…
In my bed…
And each night…
As I lay down to sleep…
I can still…
Feel ‘her’