Inexorable destruction looms! Especially like the power expressed in these lines.

cute

I am spiritually moved by particular lines in this poem. Powerful finish.

I think sensitivity comes through in your writing.
Most all of these poems are quite good!

Over what period of time did you write these?

strong emotions. welcome Olivia

I like your writing. Welcome Charlie

nice

In what form do you bring the topic up?
There is innocent sexual banter, there is serious talk about sex as an intellectual pursuit, and there is talk about sex with a motive toward having sex.

If you innocently joke about sex and offence is easily taken, I would say that your date gives too much important to sex. I think it's healthy to be able to joke about sex. But I don't think this is what you are referring to.

That leaves sex talk as an intellectual topic, and sex talk meant to inspire sexual interest. The danger with sex talk on an intellectual level is that, on a first or second date, she might get the wrong idea. You might end up disqualifying someone based on miscommunication.

If your sex talk is meant to arouse sexual excitement, then you can't really know the reason why she is receptive or not. It may have nothing to do with being prudish or easy.

What is or isn't appropriate depends entirely on how the date is going

Overall it sounds to me like you are being too picky. Your greatest experience might come from a long time relationship with someone you thought prudish. Keep an open mind.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7wfYIMyS_dI
Enya - Only Time

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f0G8XJNz4bY
5th dimension - Age of Aquarius

I ran across this the other night and really enjoyed. Thought I would share.

Jonathan Swift
-Desire and Possession

'Tis strange what different thoughts inspire
In men, Possession and Desire!
Think what they wish so great a blessing;
So disappointed when possessing!

A moralist profoundly sage
(I know not in what book or page,
Or whether o'er a pot of ale)
Related thus the following tale.

Possession, and Desire, his brother,
But still at variance with each other,
Were seen contending in a race;
And kept at first an equal pace;
'Tis said, their course continued long,
For this was active, that was strong:
Till Envy, Slander, Sloth, and Doubt,
Misled them many a league about;
Seduced by some deceiving light,
They take the wrong way for the right;
Through slippery by-roads, dark and deep,
They often climb, and often creep.

Desire, the swifter of the two,
Along the plain like lightning flew:
Till, entering on a broad highway,
Where power and titles scatter'd lay,
He strove to pick up all he found,
And by excursions lost his ground:
No sooner got, than with disdain
He threw them on the ground again;
And hasted forward to pursue
Fresh objects, fairer to his view,
In hope to spring some nobler game;
But all he took was just the same:
Too scornful now to stop his pace,
He spurn'd them in his rival's face.

Possession kept the beaten road,
And gather'd all his brother strew'd;
But overcharged, and out of wind,
Though strong in limbs, he lagg'd behind.

Desire had now the goal in sight;
It was a tower of monstrous height;
Where on the summit Fortune stands,
A crown and sceptre in her hands;
Beneath, a chasm as deep as Hell,
Where many a bold adventurer fell.
Desire, in rapture, gazed awhile,
And saw the treacherous goddess smile;
But as he climb'd to grasp the crown,
She knock'd him with the sceptre down!
He tumbled in the gulf profound;
There doom'd to whirl an endless round.

Possession's load was grown so great,
He sunk beneath the cumbrous weight;
And, as he now expiring lay,
Flocks every ominous bird of prey;
The raven, vulture, owl, and kite,
At once upon his carcass light,
And strip his hide, and pick his bones,
Regardless of his dying groans.

we are both sides of every coin. be a friend to yourself

do doubting you have a way with desires

synesthetic and receptive

double post | my chance to give you...

these two line give me nightmarish vision

She sounds like a dream. Enjoyed reading.

funny! loved it.

the frog is simultaneously alive and dead. oh wait, maybe that was story about a cat.