You see my heart is so cold i'm scared I'll never let go never fall in love again. It ain't like I haven't tried him just figuring love ain't worth my time. See I done been broken down beaten down torn right down into the ground now love ain't nothing nice when out turns around and let's you drown. Shadows and faded memories that's what you're left with once loves complete. You see my heart is so cold i'm scared I'll never let go never fall in love again. What we had I prey to God that it wasn't real smoke and mirrors gives me chills heed my words when I say the thought of you it makes me ill ifn' what we had was real I prey I never fall in love again. Cuz when a devil of a man holds your heart inside his hands he'll squeeze the life out til you can barely even stand. Now picking yourself back up off the ground half alive still moving round, says the Lords got so much more for you in store. What we had it wasn't real i'm his child and I feel my God he loves me just too much for that. What we had it wasn't real thank you Lord thats how I feel. I prey someday I fall in love for real.

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Out Beyond To the Deep Pacific Blue Sea
By –Robert Xxxxx
He waited for her, loving the fondness of memories of those past few weeks of discovery. Long moments were moving past them out towards the arched curve of the mountains, out beyond to the deep pacific blue sea. In his precise patient waiting, the heated active waiting, he saw in the hushed silence of the evening. A sip of coffee, affords him a few more moments of imaginary illusions in the silhouette of his shadow. Lost in an eve dream he once again holds tender moments that whisk him away. The curving of her womanhood was not separate; it was the same as the slight rise of hillock upon which she laid. Just as the same great curve of the near-distant mountain, the same vast slow undulation of the farther depths of the sea. He now visions himself lying separate enough from her to see clearly, stunned by the organic fusion in his dream, imprinted upon the other with her as the core beginning, the alive touchable center.

Thinking that this is what she is to him, what woman is; the essence of all things elemental and enduring. Deeper and deeper he drifts with the desire to touch the fine endless center of her, to feel fulfillment in the dark touch of her. He stalks this singular reality within her in his patience, the deep source of life-fire within her, the light hidden in the layered curved depths of the mountain and the final folding in of the rhythmic movement of the sea. Only through her and the touch of her could he be healed in his separateness.

Now eve-dreams moved to a full anxious sleep where they were full-fledged dreams… She would become aware of his touch soon. The insistent flame of his life’s desire to renew itself would flare up, burning through to her so many miles away this eve through his dreams. After all, she too could share in his dreams this evening, together as one sweet harmony. Away in dream they are close once again to feel each other’s touch. Now the emptiness of separation would be dissolved if only for a few waiting moments.

He strokes her hair, pressing his full sensual mouth lightly against her forehead moving errant strands of hair back as he traced with brushing kisses the lines of her beloved face, the magical eyes, the broad cheekbones. Her wide eyes see him new and unknown. At last he touched her up reaching mouth with his, barely touching, moving with lingering intimate contact side to side, stopping time. All his excited waiting had been nothing compared to this silence in touching so gently, so gently. And she is lost utterly with him in his discovery, the warm rushes of their mingling breaths, this slow undemanding meeting.

The emptiness of separation dissolved in this imaginary meeting breath for breath if only in a dream. She touches his sensitive beautiful mouth, tracing her fingers around and in between their kissing. Her fingers searched the broad lines of his face, his high forehead and over and through his fine hair, curling and winding it around her fingers. The still touching of their lips changed in intensity until they seemed of one breath.

There was so much to find in each other. How many men and women are they? They sought within the truth of their bodies for the knowledge of who they were to each other, until finally, even that seeking, through the breath and lips and hands, ceased. For they could not know the other beyond the senses and it no longer mattered; they were surely all men and all women in this search of the other.
He was hard and full against her softness. A deep burning began in her, creating an opening in her once cool completeness. It had seemed so long since she was opened that she was startled at the intensity of the rings of fire dancing and whirling within her core. She felt she could ride the edge of the flames endlessly. He sensed her opening. Her breathing came in deep surges and her arms drew him closer in subtle command. Her body arched into him. He pulled away to see the startled look of her and moved again to her., covering her mouth and kissing the full depths of her while he caressed her curving softness down to the alive center of her sex., moving gently, circling the fiery point of her until her sweet nectar covered his searching fingers and he brought them up for them to taste and mix with their near breathless kisses.

He looked into her clear honest eyes and moved over her with his body, molding perfectly to the curved hollow of her hips. She ran her fingers over and around his pulsing satiny hardness, drawing him into her, deeply into her. Through the time of her closing, her chaste connection with him, her inner body had become dark and unfamiliar. He pressed carefully and gently into her gradual opening, that the whole length of her center clung to him as he pressed himself deeper, endlessly deeper, finally hearing her sharp muffled cry as he felt the touch of her depths on him. Her opening to him was a miracle pleasure.

Again they were still, still as the first touching of their mouths. He had at last found her again. At last touched deep blood center of her. He wanted never to move again, for she fit over and around him in perfection, this eternally unknown woman who was his own among all others. She too was perfect and full, so full of him she felt she might explode utterly from the intensity of her feelings.

Time fell over their stillness until a new demand came up in them. The subtle swelling of her inner flesh, the imperceptible flowing movement, clinging then releasing, pulling him yet deeper until he could not bear his own peace and moved against her arching curved body, their increasing hunger bringing them to a pitch of active seeking until their bodies in unison gave way to a final yielding and there was no more active movement, but a common vulnerable rhythm. A rhythm of utter harmony and a movement so perfect, one breath, one beating heart, one soaring complete release into the mystery.

The sun was on them and all their brightness. They lay heavily together, still, while the last quick movements within her quieted against his softening flesh, held gently now in the full open flower of her. After a time of immense quiet, she ran her fingers over his dear body. His face was buried in her throat’s hollow, where he heard the deep pounding pulse beat of her heart.

The sweet smell of their bodies came up with a warm rush of breeze and they breathed deeply of themselves and the earth and were filled with an effortless joy. Her eyes danced for him and they kissed playfully, childlike, rocking side to side in the midst of spring’s flowering all around them. They tasted the salt sweet liquid of their bodies and he rested his head against her chest.

He curved around her back now, resting himself to her moist body, his arms crossed over her breasts. She ran her hand over the fine hairs of his arms, so lightly, not even touching his skin. She pretended she was blind, memorizing him, touching him to know him thoroughly through that sense alone. He knew she was for the moment a blind woman discovering him, imprinting him upon herself. His heart felt such compassion, for he saw how fragile they were in life; tears filled to the edges of his eyes for her.

Then he awakes and realizes only through the touch of her could he be healed in their separateness. The sun rises and falls and another day passes but for tonight it will have to be the arched curve of the mountain, out beyond to the pacific blue sea…

Wow that was amazing