In my life I’ve loved exactly two people,the person you came to me asand the person you left me as.

I want a soulmate who can sit me down, shut me up, tell me ten things I don’t already know, and make me laugh. I don’t care what you look like, just turn me on. And if you can do that, I will follow you on bloody stumps through the snow….I will do your windows. I will care about your feelings. Just have something in there.

If you know yourself, you’ll not be harmed by what is said about you.

Life is not easy for any of us. But what of that? We must have perseverance and above all confidence in ourselves. We must believe that we are gifted for something and that this thing must be attained.

You need to learn how to select your thoughts just the same way you select your clothes every day. This is a power you can cultivate. If you want to control things in your life so bad, work on the mind. That’s the only thing you should be trying to control.

I’m choosing happiness over suffering, I know I am. I’m making space for the unknown future to fill up my life with yet-to-come surprises.

People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that’s what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that is holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life.

When I get lonely these days, I think: So BE lonely. Learn your way around loneliness. Make a map of it. Sit with it, for once in your life. Welcome to the human experience. But never again use another person’s body or emotions as a scratching post for your own unfulfilled yearnings.

This is the acceptance speech. The end of anger and denial. I accept that you and I will never be the same again. That while those days will live in my mind forever, they’re over. I hate it. But I accept it. And I’m moving on now.

Her skin, I love to touch,I love to touch her skin.Soft, succulent, delicious skinon legs, belly, breasts, her folds.I love to touch her skin.Our mouths,with gentle suction, pulling and drawing,Our tongues,entwined in rhythmical dance,sliding, swirling, simulated movements when united.Thick protrusion enters her skin,Her skin,I love to touch.by Dylan Roberts

I ask if I may kiss you.You just smile; no answer is necessary.My initial kiss is just a flirting of our lips.My tongue lightly flicking -Like I am asking, "Do you want me?"The tip of my tongue runs all around your lips. Touching every part,Inside and out -Over and over again.Tickling you, tickle, tickle, goes my tongue.Now I press my lips gently to yours.Rubbing your lips back and forth against mine.My kisses are hot and fast.I cannot rest long in any one place.I have such a need to go on.I trail kisses of passion all over your face.Then back to your mouth.Our tongues dance together.We are exploring.I circle your tongue with the tip of mine.You echo the pattern back to me.I lick the sides, underside and the top.You echo back.I suck your lower lip.You echo back.We repeat, repeat, repeat.The sensations are driving our emotions.We are wild for each other.You thrust your tongue in and out.The movements are rhythmic and stabbing.Simulating our love making during mating.I ask again, do you want me?I can tell that

Silently she awakes and gazes upon him there.She sees him sleeping peacefully and longs to hold him near.She reaches out her trembling hand to gently touch his face.Remembering short hours ago, sharing love's embrace.He stirs just then and spies her tender. loving stare.Then places his hand over hers, stunned at the extent of her care.Their eyes never leave each other as she caresses his soft skin.She smiles at him slightly as she moves closer to him.He takes her in his arms placing a kiss upon her cheek.She turns her head slowly, his lips for her to seek.A subtle moan escapes her as his hand explores anew.Passions kiss intensifies as their rhythmic dance ensues.He proclaims his love for her as he kisses her wanting neck.She moves her hands over him finally to rest upon his chest.Feeling her velvet secret engulf him again and again,And feels her building climax escaping from her then.She arches back, catches his eyes adoring their allure.As they reach their perfect harmony, together once more.by Sally

The sweet taste of loveStill lingers in my mindA succulent tasty morselA treasure worth its findA wet and juicy fruitThat fills my mouth with joyLike candy to a babyAn edible sexy toyWith nectar sweet as honeyA syrup of flowing silkLike a bubbly kind of lavaAs smooth as warm clear milkIt breathes with scented oilsLike a flower in the mistAnd blossoms when caressedBy the feel of a lover's kissA dessert at its very bestWhen embraced with lots of loveI know I'll never get enoughOf this treat I'm thinking ofby David Farrar

I want to be your companionand walk hand in hand,your strength enveloping mine.Autumn leaves falling,scuffing feet and laughter,sharing nights, not finished by the dark.I want to be your confidantas you pen your deepestthoughts, as your heartachesbleed and finally break free.Your dreams, I keep as if my own.I want to smile as you smileand giggle with youat nothing at all.I want to be your loverand find the passionsthat move you to action.I want to be the softnessthat induces you to trust.I want to be the naughtythat makes you come back for more.I want to please you.I want to share your breakfastand your dinner,I want you in the showerand in your bed andwith soft steps to bring you coffee(I take mine black)Your strong arms, the legsthat power your thrust,your lips of pleasure,these are the fuel of my desireno it is no secret, my love,and to put it very simply,I want you.by Iloveit

A touch of skin soft and slippery,With the hint of hint of sweat.We fought our resistance beneath the cool sheets,As the wind flowed from the window above us.Eyes met briefly and begged for the chance,To abandon all of our uncertainties.You began your work on my lips,Probing gently as if drawing sex,From a deep well of longing and need.Then heated tongues met in the midst,Of hot and quickening breath.And greedily we drank the wine of our lusts.Then intoxicated with those spirits,Our clothes found resting place on the floor.Piece by piece,Until there were no hiding places,For the two glistening and wanting bodies.Hunger revealed in this hot moment.Then skin meshed with skin,As the floor became the stage.You moved atop of me easily,And lowered yourself gently.Kissing me as I was filled with you.As a gasp broke the kiss,Your hands stroked the stray strands,Away from my forehead, then became entangled.Our slow rhythm gave way,To urgent and demanding thrusts of passion,As I arched my body for your comfort,And you

A touch, soft and tender.A whisper, full of desireA gasp of sweet surrenderAs passion fuels the fireNo words spoken between themNo promises to be keptNo lies being told tonightNo looking back - no regretsLonging to hold each otherSuch precious little timeBoth vowed to anotherBeing lonely their only crimeTomorrow bringing sorrowA brief moment of shameWith the memory of this one nightA release from passion's flamesby Jeffrey Carter

Moon hangs, almost fullpieces of cloud scatter,glide in soft, summer breeze.We lay in our meadowlistening to the sound of nighther head nestled on my arm.Night air made for kissingdances upon our skinchilling wherever is damp.She stirs, quietly calls,my name hangs on summer evefloats about our meadow.She sighs, moves closersnuggling in, once againher breath stirs, awakens.Hands join in gentle caressexploration shared and renewedoh, so smooth and lovely.We turn, lips meetingslow, softly, delicatebuilding quickly to demand.Crying out, beginning and endcollapsing, breathing raggedmoon hangs, slightly fuller.by Daniel James Burt

Take my hand and lead the way;tell me all you want to say.Whisper softly in my ear,all those things I want to hear.Kiss my lips and touch my skin;bring out passions deep within.Pull me close and hold me near;take away my pain and fear.In the darkness of the night,be my beacon, shine your light.In the brightness of the sun,show me that you are the one.Give me wings so I can fly;for I can soar when you're nearby.Enter my heart, break down the wall,it's time for me to watch it fall.I've been a prisoner, can't you see?Break my chains and set me free.Strip me of my armor tight;you'll find I won't put up a fight.Release my soul held deep within . . .I'm ready now, let love beginby Ruth Kephart