Can I look yet? :)-

Hi Dee!!! Good to see you, cool as always :)

Zippy, I have my fingers crossed for you!!!

The last line, below, not part of the rest, made it all the more heart wrenching.
Remarkable, as you've always been here.

Now it's almost weedsday, slackers!! :)-

I missed the last 2 episodes. Major bummer, no spoilers paleez!! :)

^^^

Pets are the best people ever!!
Mi milk, su milk

((Soufie!!!))

Tuco!! what a nutcase he is :). I'm just happy this means
walt and jesiie are out there somewhere. im gonna watch
and try not to think of it as breaking bad, best show ever,
part 2 or maybe 1? lol

wicked cool Leigh :) eyelashes never sounded so sexy!

I couldn't help but come back with a different spin....

12 years, 8 months, 17 days.
Two kids.
The alarm went off, 6 am, up.
But not before he gently brushed her hair from her cheek
tumbleweed, he smiled.
And gently kissed her.
She rustled, smiled and softly said,
I love you.
He said, I love you too.
He went down the hall towards the kitchen,
all the while remembering that night,
so many years ago now.
He wondered if she would remember.
It was just a regular Tuesday.
Getting kids up,
dressed,
breakfast,
pack lunches,
dressed for work,
kids to school,
get to work,
work,
pick up dinner,
pick up kids,
home,
homework,
eat, baths, play, shower, tv,
bed.
Doubtful.
He poured coffee.
Sat down at the table and recalled, in detail, that night.
How beautiful she was,
and still.
How he loved her that night,
and still.
Smiling, he picked up a piece of paper on the table.
A note.
The kids are at my moms, I am off today.
So are you, I called Joe.
Come back to bed.
12 years, 8 months, 17 days.

I hope you have that cutey puppy in your profile pic,
surely he/she can help the lonely blues :)

:) danke Leigh, kc, and anjel, from you three, that means a lot to me! Loved all the contributions
to this thread that I hope lives on and on!

still led zeppelin,
pink floyd,
close
behind.

well, kc, that peice is magnificent, and all these worthy contributors. I find that,
although it pales in comparison, I was compelled to offer a morsel. Hopefully,
fitting. It's been awhile.

Barren desert stretched out before me,
Parched.
And the sun, relentless against my ivory skin.
I could hear subtle waves crashing upon a shore
behind me
I yearned for that drop,
water.
It came slowly, almost teasingly
my wanton lips, desire soothed, begged for more.
It came, and I could feel the heat of the sun's grace
touching me, and I wasn't sure at that moment
if I was still alive, if only for my heartbeat,
rapid,
I was wrapped in essence of pure knowing
a bliss that took my breath away and only longed
for more.
Yes,
more, more,
please.
My eyes opened and the mirage before me
found tender eyes,
lips finding mine,
and hands that knew me better than I.
I melted into the bliss on this man
sending an invitation, accepted,
before we even began.
Our bodies pressed together finding places on our naked flesh
left, till now, unexplored, waiting for this moment
and it came.
Our waves went crashing upon the bed.
For a moment only our eyes spoke,
his, ran naked in my soul.
I felt his hand, warm upon me, cup my face,
as his wet lips kissed me.
Shivers ran down my body.
His body was hard upon me
I wrapped my legs around him, wanting,
needing,
to feel him,
closer.
Our bodies moved together, speaking,
with each action, a reaction, the scent of desire
filled the room and our arousal left nothing
untouched.
Warm, and wet, he entered.
That moment, forever etched, left me breathless,
slowly, feeling every part of me, and I, him.
Primal and raw, we moved together.
Our bodies pressing together, and away,
as the tide over took us.
His breath became more rapid, we washed upon the shore,
rolling, rolling,
until I found myself on top of him,
his beautiful body stretched out before me,
and I felt him under me, completely in me
his hips,
in rhythm with mine, moans matching our movement,
tender, yet hard, and I felt the desert, heard those
waves, yes, the water,
the water,
crashing over me, us, we.
that precious drop.
as our beating hearts pounded against the other,
the air between his lips and mine,
all that existed,
and his whisper, gently called my name,
the barren desert stretched out before us,
satiated, if only for this moment.
We finally calmed enough, I curled up next to him,
my head upon his shoulder, his arm wrapped me,
I only wanted more, and forever,
as his breath slowed, his hand gently making circles
upon my skin that burned for him,
my eyes, so heavy, closed.
My dreams would not compare.
I was enamored in his sweet, complete, corruption of me.
My addiction had a name, his face, tattooed on my
eyelids that called for sleep.
He was my blanket that gently rose and fell with a calmness,
home.
A thousand thoughts raged through my mind,
until only one remained.
Him.

Hey, don't blame me. I said Kashmir! :)-

that's not true moe, we want ALL your social media passwords!!!

Wait till they grow up, pbj has a whole new meaning

I know, I know :)

sweetest, go buy yourself some flowers, chocolates and a bottle of barefoot.
go home and crank "Kashmir".
guaranteed to cure :)

S/O's will generally share a home, cars, bank accounts, beds.... how could a social
media site password matter. i could care less either way really.

i'll take "things we'll never know the answers to because they
are no longer here so why worry about it" for $500, Alex. :)