Her eyes, staring into her coffee cup, half full.

Thinking, another Saturday night. Same ol'dull.

He'll take me out for some dinner, and a dance.

As our conversations seem, slightly passing in glance.

Same old ritual, same boring night, as he's thinking, sexual.

How can I tell him, I need more than he can give.

Life's not limited to one wild night. I need to live.

He'll take me back to his place, being the perfect gentlemen.

All my doors opened, soft kisses on my lips, His woman.

Start taking our clothes off, a kiss or two, jump in bed and screw.

If he only knew, all my mind goes through, me,,so untrue.

We're just not, who we were before. I can't do this anymore.

I don't want to hurt him. I can't love him, need,to just leave him

He's been my friend for twenty years, he knows my tears,my fears.

We are lovers, and even thats went to shiit. This is,,,IT.



She called him that next week, and ended who they were.
He tried to reason, even said he'd marry her,,, NOW.
But it was to late,,for her to have what all,,got lost along the way
This was a story, from a lady friend of mine.
As she and I shared conversations, about what happen to their love.
She said she never really ever felt a REAL love for him.
As I said,,then why did you tell him that you did?
She replied, Our sex was really great at first,
and then, I thought I did....

I'm sorry,, I was just lost in thinking how,,sex and love Fit.
But, also,,how so very different,
they both can be felt inside their other..
So many times,,in our lives. We THINK,,the others great,
Then,,reevaluating, in one of them, ITS LIKE DOING PRISON TIME..
Lust, can never MAKE-US LOVE, Yet LOVE, ALWAYS needs to feel LUST.
And IF we allow the hunger and steam to slip away...its gone!

OK,,,I HAVE NO IDEA,,why I felt the need to write this,,But I did.






WOW,,Terry,,,THAT WAS SOOOOOO,,,NOT HOT!!!!!!
Maybe,,,some reader needed to hear this?,,sorry...

It's all good Terry....Love in, love out...it's still love!! It's still worth the price we sometimes pay....

“I'm sorry
I can't fake
feeling something
I don't feel”.

“How do you
know what I
have in my
heart for you is
not real?”

“When I woke
up at midnight,
screaming in my
sleep. I didn't,
couldn't call you.
Your not that
person to me”.

“I've known you
five years. Yet
you won't give me
a shot. What's
this new guy got
have. That I have
not?”

“Well, I love him...”

“You love him?
You just met him.
I've been waiting
in the wings for years.”

“Ya well, he's the
one that listens to
me and dries my tears”.

“How many times
have I called you?
How many times
have I emailed?
How many times
have I showed you
I cared?”

“Yes but you
are not the one
I feel I can turn
to when I am
scared”.

“Why the hell not?
You're hurting me.
Have I not shown
you enough sympathy?”

“You're a good person.
But that's not enough
reason to be with me”.

“Terri, this is f'd.
Why would you
pick a stranger over
a friend?”

“Exactly that reason.
That's where my
feelings for you
end”.

Yep,,I reckon so,,,,

I must write some hot words to fog your mirrors as we can then,,just use our fingers to write on it,,as we write out,
i,,,,,lov,,,u....... I joke,,but can't tell you the hundred times I've did that,,,,,
Thanks Leigh...

Thankkkkkkkkkkksssssssssssss a bunch leigh

*whistles, throws his boxers at her*

From the late Amy Winehouse

F Me Pumps"

When you walk in the bar,
And you dressed like a star,
Rockin' your F me pumps.

And the men notice you,
With your Gucci bag crew,
Can't tell who he's lookin' to.

Cuz you all look the same,
Everyone knows your name,
And that's your whole claim to fame.

Never miss a night,
Cuz your dream in life,
Is to be a footballer's wife.

You don't like players,
That's what you say-a,
But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire.

You don't like ballers,
They don't do nothing for ya,
But you'd love a rich man six foot two or taller.

You're more than a fan,
Lookin' for a man,
But you end up with one-nights-stands.

He could be your whole life,
If you got past one night,
But that part never goes right.

In the morning you're vexed,
He's onto the next,
And you didn't even get no taste.

Don't be too upset,
If they call you a skank,
Cuz like the news everyday you get pressed.

You don't like players,
That's what you say-a,
But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire.

Or them big ballers,
Don't do nothing for ya.
But you'd love a rich man six foot two or taller,

You can't sit down right,
Cuz your jeans are too tight,
And you're lucky it's ladies night.

With your big empty purse,
Every week it gets worse,
At least your breasts cost more than hers.

So you did Miami,
Cuz you got there for free,
But somehow you missed the plane.

You did too much E,
Met somebody,
And spent the night getting caned.

Without girls like you,
There'd be no fun,
We'd go to the club and not see anyone.

Without girls like you,
There's no nightlife,
All those men just go home to their wives.

Don't be mad at me,
Cuz you're pushing thirty,
And your old tricks no longer work.

You should have known from the jump,
That you always get dumped,
So dust off your F me pumps

RIP Ms. Amy......

I think just the title of this Limp Bisket song will suffice for today's romantic interlude...

"I did it for the nookie"


Amen.....

:)

My Perspective


As I lie here, naked, wanting,

Waiting for you to begin.

I can’t conceal my longing,

Hot desires from deep within.

I give to you, my body,

My heart, my mind, my soul.

As we make sweet love together,

And we make each other whole.

You lie down here beside me,

Softly touching scented skin.

As your lips trace little circles,

Moisture trails from where you’ve been.

My breasts heave with the moment,

N!pples reaching for the sky.

As your mouth and tongue caress them,

And my thoughts begin to fly.

You move on down my body,

Your tongue licking as you go.

I anticipate your movements,

As my head swings to and fro.

My eyes are closed, but yet can see,

Our destination, clear.

The path we take, we’ve gone before,

As I reach to grab your ears.

From slow, and long, and softly,

To fast, and hard, and firm.

Your tongue beats out a rhythm,

That makes my body squirm.

My wetness tells a story,

Of where my body’s been.

That’s why I love the feeling,

And want to go there once again.

My legs are twitching, shaking hard,

I have no self control.

You squeeze my n!pples, roll them hard,

Your praises I extol.

Your movements seem to quicken,

As my heart begins to race.

My blood begins to heat up,

Beads of sweat roll down my face.

My body tenses, yearning,

Reaching for that final goal.

As my hips rise high to meet you,

And I finally lose control.

We collapse, and lie together,

Content, and satisfied.

With the journey now behind us,

With a love that we can’t hide.

We fall asleep exhausted,

Knowing well the game we’ve played.

As I plan our morning after,

When I return the love you made.

Urban dictionaries 5 definitions and examples of Nookie......

Nookie
the act of getting it on, making whoopie, doing the horizontal boogie or simply fu*king
"I got me some damn good hot-*** nookie last night"

Nookie
Something you get from someone that is sexual or loving in nature.
This word is slang for an ACTION not a body part.
Sugar, action, hooking up, kissing, hugging, sexual activity, etc..
"I'm going home to get some nookie from my girl/boyfriend tonight."


Nookie
a term for any kind of sexual activity
"You *******! You're not getting any nookie tonight!"


Nookie
Gettin' some,making out, having sex, anything sexually related.
"Josh is playing hookie for the nookie."


Nookie
To have Sex
To get some
"Yo son im bout to get some nookie from dat hoe."

Whew!!!! I am burning up Kitten......and Boone is speechless!!!!

Thanks WOMAN!!!!

I wanna blow this biotch up,

but I dont wanna get your thread deleted.

And you know I can.

So ill ease into it,

little by little. hehehe.

In the Dark

She came into his bed room,
Walking softly, without sound.
She watched him lying on his bed,
As she took a look around.

She didn’t know his name yet,
But she knew what she must do.
She came to steal away his heart,
Make his fantasy come true.

She quickly tied him to the bed,
His hands and feet secured.
As he awoke, heart beating fast,
Her features were obscured.

The room was filled with darkness,
No light to show her face.
As she moved along beside him,
His heart began to race.

She gently cut away his clothes,
And threw them to the floor.
Her hands softly touching skin,
Oh how he longed for more.

He asked her why she did this,
And why she tied him down.
But she just smiled, and kissed his lips,
And then felt her way around.

Her lips kissed places only known,
By those he knew before.
But this new angel had a way,
To open heaven’s door.

Her tongue explored and tantalized,
She teased, and played around.
And as she moved up from his feet,
His heart began to pound.

She found what she was looking for,
And held it in her hand.
And in the darkness, he could feel,
It making its own stand.

He longed to hold her in his arms,
And return the pleasures felt.
But as she bent to kiss his head,
His heart began to melt.

She sat astride him, rocking,
She kissed his lips and cheek.
The feelings growing deep inside,
His muscles felt so weak

His mind was now at heaven’s door,
His captor, leads him on.
No turning back, or stopping now,
As the night gave way to dawn.

Their moaning told the story,
Of where they dared to go.
Who was this vixen in the night,
He wanted so to know.

With his eyes still closed, and smiling,
She slipped away, and then.
His heart no longer his to keep,
Was stolen once again.

His paper bonds, released their hold,
And set him free it seems.
To search the world for an angel,
Seen only in his dreams.

Music to my ears, bring on the steam babe!!

Your Rose


You have that look deep in your eyes

A look I’ve seen before.

The smell of roses in the air,

As your panties hit the floor.

You move to lie beside me,

Your breasts caress my side.

Your hand moves ‘neath the covers,

My arousal, I can’t hide.

You stroke it without looking,

As it’s size begins to grow.

We kiss, our tongues embracing,

The love that we both know.

You tell me ‘lay here waiting,

For what you have in store.

You promise me I’ll like it,

And probably beg for more.

I smile, and you set up now,

And straddle me below.

Your body mesmerizes,

Like only I would know.

You move your rose above me,

My tongue can hardly wait.

As you lower it down to me,

I cannot hesitate.

Of joy, and apprehension,

Of pleasures you require.

I strive to make your journey,

One of ecstasy, desire.

Your body moves in rhythm,

To the music in your soul.

As my tongue plays songs of loving,

On your rosebud, lose control.

I must not let you dismount,

Til my ravishing is through.

I hold your hips, in both my hands,

And make sweet love to you.

I nibble, and I lick it,

I love the way you taste.

With love juice flowing wildly,

No juices here to waste.

To take you ever higher,

Is my life’s eternal quest.

To kiss the dew upon your rose,

And never let you rest.

For me, my time will come along,

Once you have had your way.

For now, it’s all about the rose,

And how you want to play.

Pleasing you is all I know,

I love you head to toes.

But if you ask me truthfully,

I love to lick your rose.

Now I'm speechless.....................................Here kitty, kitty......

Good.

then ill kick it up, some more, tomorrow!