You are the reason my body tingles for touch, when you enter a room it is as if I have been asleep until you returned. I feel every nerve ending, hair follicle, along with my quickened pulse reminding me once more it is okay to breathe, to think, to feel, to move. When you touch my skin, an electrical current reignites my limbs and that slow ache creeps in my belly, waiting to be quenched. You feel it like a honing signal, beckoning you forward, feeling you have lost your way home until I am once more in your arms, whispering your name against your lips.

You are the reason my body tingles for touch, when you enter a room it is as if I have been asleep until you returned. I feel every nerve ending, hair follicle, along with my quickened pulse reminding me once more it is okay to breathe, to think, to feel, to move. When you touch my skin, an electrical current reignites my limbs and that slow ache creeps in my belly, waiting to be quenched. 

You feel it like a honing signal, beckoning you forward, feeling you have lost your way home until I am once more in your arms, whispering your name against your lips.

Deep breath, go slow, savor every moment, another slow deep breath as your lips press to mine, inhale my scent and become light headed by my sweet aroma. When our tongues collide and you taste me there as our lips crush together, mingling, entwining passionate, heated presses as we devour the others essence. Erase the ails of your day, become lost in me, let us drown together in the sweet asphyxiation of one lingering kiss….

Deep breath, go slow, savor every moment, another slow deep breath as your lips press to mine, inhale my scent and become light headed by my sweet aroma. When our tongues collide and you taste me there as our lips crush together, mingling, entwining passionate, heated presses as we devour the others essence. Erase the ails of your day, become lost in me, let us drown together in the sweet asphyxiation of one lingering kiss….

Nothing could quite make a male feel more empowered, fully alive, and in control of his female than that initial thrust deep within the depths of her core. That gasp for breath, and soft moan as she wraps herself around him, though he is unwilling to show it is a power trip the likes of which nothing could match. When he pulls back, feeling the snugness of her inner walls retract against him, he is eager to plunge to your soft velvety confines once more, listening for that sweet murmur of ecstasy he alone earned while making love to her. Her pleasure vital to his own, her gasps for breath a musical symphony he yearns to hear again and again, growing to a pant, until she is close to release, one he will willingly give her in time, right after that succulent noise of clenched teeth before she falls into the depths of orgasm in his arms. One he will join her in by filling her belly with his seed he reserved solely for her, so that when he falls against her catching his own breath, she too may relish in the pleasure she brought him, as they hold one another close. Waiting for their heart beats to slow before they explore one another, once more.

Nothing could quite make a male feel more empowered, fully alive, and in control of his female than that initial thrust deep within the depths of her core. That gasp for breath, and soft moan as she wraps herself around him, though he is unwilling to show it is a power trip the likes of which nothing could match. When he pulls back, feeling the snugness of her inner walls retract against him, he is eager to plunge to your soft velvety confines once more, listening for that sweet murmur of ecstasy he alone earned while making love to her. 

Her pleasure vital to his own, her gasps for breath a musical symphony he yearns to hear again and again, growing to a pant, until she is close to release, one he will willingly give her in time, right after that succulent noise of clenched teeth before she falls into the depths of orgasm in his arms. One he will join her in by filling her belly with his seed he reserved solely for her, so that when he falls against her catching his own breath, she too may relish in the pleasure she brought him, as they hold one another close. Waiting for their heart beats to slow before they explore one another, once more.

"Would you save me if I was drowning, will you catch me when I fall, could you be the savior I need and protect me from it all? 

I need you to shelter and protect me from every storm, take care of me when I am ill, and wrap your arms around me when I am cold, keep me warm. 

If love is my salvation and friendship our redemption, I vow to you my undying reverence and formulated bond, to see us through.”

"Would you save me if I was drowning, will you catch me when I fall, could you be the savior I need and protect me from it all?

I need you to shelter and protect me from every storm, take care of me when I am ill, and wrap your arms around me when I am cold, keep me warm.

If love is my salvation and friendship our redemption, I vow to you my undying reverence and formulated bond, to see us through.”

"I am enraptured in your voice, the soft way in which you whisper my name, the reverence you hold in every hello, and the pain in each goodbye. When you speak with your heavy accent, I find myself listening intently, oblivious to the world around me, so I never miss a syllable, memorizing the lilt in your speech. There is passion spoke deliciously against my ear, with the warmth of your breath tickling my skin, the sins of the day, long since forgotten as I once more memorize the way you feel against me.  You have an unwavering ability to cause me to swoon in one breath, and shiver and grow breathless in the next, with the mere power of your words.  

You sing a song only I can hear, melodically laid out, in the simplicity of the lilt of your tone, you are an addiction I want no reform from, only to feed it over and over again, merely in the patterns of your speech.  Never do I want silence in our lives, not when the mere whisper of you against me, can take away the sins of the day….” 

"I am enraptured in your voice, the soft way in which you whisper my name, the reverence you hold in every hello, and the pain in each goodbye. When you speak with your heavy accent, I find myself listening intently, oblivious to the world around me, so I never miss a syllable, memorizing the lilt in your speech. There is passion spoke deliciously against my ear, with the warmth of your breath tickling my skin, the sins of the day, long since forgotten as I once more memorize the way you feel against me.  You have an unwavering ability to cause me to swoon in one breath, and shiver and grow breathless in the next, with the mere power of your words.  

You sing a song only I can hear, melodically laid out, in the simplicity of the lilt of your tone, you are an addiction I want no reform from, only to feed it over and over again, merely in the patterns of your speech.  Never do I want silence in our lives, not when the mere whisper of you against me, can take away the sins of the day….” 

"Friendship is vital to your existence, it fuels our creativity, feeds our broken hearts, and curbs our insanity. When someone is willing to sit and listen to the darkness residing within your mind, you find a soul mate that sees you in a way no one ever could. When you find a relationship that is give and take, a sense of freedom lifts you up. A special someone to turn to when the world has got you down, a living, breathing being that your survival in this world is simply as imperative as their own. Without you they are lost, slightly broken, it is a kind of love that is unlike any other, a bond forged out of necessity, written forever in the stars. When that fervent spirit lasts, and you can get through any obstacle, it is magical, and with it, we know that the child of acceptance within us still exists, and we are loved by another, wholly, completely. When you are able to fight through the bad days, forge past arguments, when you can both have selfish days and the other pulls you through, that is beautiful, and you find in that person an essence of forever, a memory never forgotten….”

"Friendship is vital to your existence, it fuels our creativity, feeds our broken hearts, and curbs our insanity. When someone is willing to sit and listen to the darkness residing within your mind, you find a soul mate that sees you in a way no one ever could. 

When you find a relationship that is give and take, a sense of freedom lifts you up. A special someone to turn to when the world has got you down, a living, breathing being that your survival in this world is simply as imperative as their own. 

Without you they are lost, slightly broken, it is a kind of love that is unlike any other, a bond forged out of necessity, written forever in the stars. When that fervent spirit lasts, and you can get through any obstacle, it is magical, and with it, we know that the child of acceptance within us still exists, and we are loved by another, wholly, completely. 

When you are able to fight through the bad days, forge past arguments, when you can both have selfish days and the other pulls you through, that is beautiful, and you find in that person an essence of forever, a memory never forgotten….”

Slip inside my mind, and you will see, I am not everything, I appear to be. A dark, foreboding essence, resides deep within, Sinful, rebelling, full of unrelenting sin. I crave your blood, just one decadent taste, Nevermind, when I consume your soul, to not would be a waste. My beauty on the outside, can simply not compare, Malice hidden deep in my bones, for this, you must beware.

Slip inside my mind, and you will see, 

I am not everything, I appear to be. 

A dark, foreboding essence, resides deep within, 

Sinful, rebelling, full of unrelenting sin. 

I crave your blood, just one decadent taste, 

Nevermind, when I consume your soul, to not would be a waste. 

My beauty on the outside, can simply not compare, 

Malice hidden deep in my bones, for this, you must beware.

Her skin is sweltering, steam perforating like cool water to hot lava, swirling around her sweaty body. He smiles as he leans into her, the tip of the ice between his fingers, and as he presses his warm lips to her throat, the icy sensation sweeps across her collarbone, causing her to suck her breath between her teeth. Fueled by her reaction he continues, drawing a pattern across her chest, the ice melting as it sizzles against her flesh, her breaths becoming pants as he reaches her nipples, swirling around one before quickly wrapping his lips around it, hot and cold, before repeating the action. Her moans are a symphony to his orchestrated movements, her icy budded flesh, candy against his tongue. She shivers, in fervent anticipation to his game, vying for breaths as he heightens her senses, causing her to writhe around beneath him. This is his plaything, and he has her right where he wants her…….

Her skin is sweltering, steam perforating like cool water to hot lava, swirling around her sweaty body. He smiles as he leans into her, the tip of the ice between his fingers, and as he presses his warm lips to her throat, the icy sensation sweeps across her collarbone, causing her to suck her breath between her teeth. 

Fueled by her reaction he continues, drawing a pattern across her chest, the ice melting as it sizzles against her flesh, her breaths becoming pants as he reaches her nipples, swirling around one before quickly wrapping his lips around it, hot and cold, before repeating the action. Her moans are a symphony to his orchestrated movements, her icy budded flesh, candy against his tongue. 

She shivers, in fervent anticipation to his game, vying for breaths as he heightens her senses, causing her to writhe around beneath him. This is his plaything, and he has her right where he wants her…….

"There is something so inconceivably erotic about the rough touch of fingertips against your spine. The seductive drawl of a long since memorization down your hips, and along the small of your back. His fingers digging into your warm skin, tugging you closer as he massages your skin. It’s the anticipation, the promise of the delicacies to come, the very beginning of her warm honey traipsing down her thighs to pool onto your belly. You are the master, working her like a puppeteer, pulling her stings and demanding her undivided attention. All with the simplicity of taking those first few moments to show your dominance.”

"There is something so inconceivably erotic about the rough touch of fingertips against your spine. The seductive drawl of a long since memorization down your hips, and along the small of your back. His fingers digging into your warm skin, tugging you closer as he massages your skin. It’s the anticipation, the promise of the delicacies to come, the very beginning of her warm honey traipsing down her thighs to pool onto your belly. 

You are the master, working her like a puppeteer, pulling her stings and demanding her undivided attention. All with the simplicity of taking those first few moments to show your dominance.”

One of the hash tags on this was “Jared Leto” Let me tell you a little something about Mr. Leto, unlike the plethora of famous people out there who feel they are better than everyone, this man actually cares about his fans, the world around him, and genuinely making the world a better place. He donates his time and funds to people whom can not otherwise care for themselves, will stop on the street to buy a less fortunate human being a hot drink, not because he has to, because he wants to.
He came to Hollywood with $200.00 in his pocket, slept in homeless shelters, all so when Thirty Seconds to Mars became something he could say he did it on his own. To this day, 30 seconds to mars has not made a dime on a single album they have sold, but they continue to make them, and support that you buy them.  Maybe take a moment to watch their artifact special and actually LEARN something about the man before judging. Also, with your know it all behavior, and willingness to call someone “stupid” you do not know, says a lot about you, not them. If more people in the world were like Jared Leto, we would live in a pretty amazing place. 

One of the hash tags on this was “Jared Leto” Let me tell you a little something about Mr. Leto, unlike the plethora of famous people out there who feel they are better than everyone, this man actually cares about his fans, the world around him, and genuinely making the world a better place. He donates his time and funds to people whom can not otherwise care for themselves, will stop on the street to buy a less fortunate human being a hot drink, not because he has to, because he wants to.

He came to Hollywood with $200.00 in his pocket, slept in homeless shelters, all so when Thirty Seconds to Mars became something he could say he did it on his own. To this day, 30 seconds to mars has not made a dime on a single album they have sold, but they continue to make them, and support that you buy them.  Maybe take a moment to watch their artifact special and actually LEARN something about the man before judging. 

Also, with your know it all behavior, and willingness to call someone “stupid” you do not know, says a lot about you, not them. If more people in the world were like Jared Leto, we would live in a pretty amazing place. 

Darkness falls, silence sets in, 

An eerie eve, full of malice and sin. 

A creature stirs, footsteps hollow, 

Sinister malevolence present, bad intentions to follow.

Crickets chirp, as the wolf bays at the moon,

The clock chimes midnight, all too soon.

For the witching hour is upon me, 

I overturn my covers, an insatiable need to flee. 

As I escape the bedroom, and run through the hall,

They reach for me grabbing my nightgown, hoping I fall. 

For my demons have found me, their desires clear. 

To drive me to madness, feed on my fear.

Darkness falls, silence sets in, 

An eerie eve, full of malice and sin. 

A creature stirs, footsteps hollow, 

Sinister malevolence present, bad intentions to follow.

Crickets chirp, as the wolf bays at the moon,

The clock chimes midnight, all too soon.

For the witching hour is upon me, 

I overturn my covers, an insatiable need to flee. 

As I escape the bedroom, and run through the hall,

They reach for me grabbing my nightgown, hoping I fall. 

For my demons have found me, their desires clear. 

To drive me to madness, feed on my fear.

"Would you sleep snuggly in your beds this evening if you knew not everything was what it seemed? Years spent harboring an existence that although full of flaws made sense to you? Life was no cartoon, we could not walk many miles and disappear off the page into a void existence with a white background? What if that is merely a fabrication of what you are meant to believe? Your mind forever turning spinning fantastical new imagery, of what you understand life to be. Have you ever considered they are mere illusions, held together with clothes pins and stapled seams, that with a single tear could implode and change the world as we knew it? One dimension leading to another into another, our evil twin we see in the mirror now face to face with a horrid stare. The sky becomes green and the grasses blue, could you handle an existence that changed from what you know into what you knew? Could you adapt into this new way of life, or would you fade away into the oblivion of what once was…. The mind is a powerful tool, forever changing, always learning, full of promise but if you push it to the point of snapping, could it ever again be what it was, again?”

(I am looking for someone to challenge me with interesting imagery.  If you happen to find a photo that makes you think, you find beautiful or horrifying, please send it to me, and I will write you a musing and share it.) 

"Would you sleep snuggly in your beds this evening if you knew not everything was what it seemed? Years spent harboring an existence that although full of flaws made sense to you? Life was no cartoon, we could not walk many miles and disappear off the page into a void existence with a white background? 

What if that is merely a fabrication of what you are meant to believe? Your mind forever turning spinning fantastical new imagery, of what you understand life to be. Have you ever considered they are mere illusions, held together with clothes pins and stapled seams, that with a single tear could implode and change the world as we knew it? 

One dimension leading to another into another, our evil twin we see in the mirror now face to face with a horrid stare. The sky becomes green and the grasses blue, could you handle an existence that changed from what you know into what you knew? Could you adapt into this new way of life, or would you fade away into the oblivion of what once was…. The mind is a powerful tool, forever changing, always learning, full of promise but if you push it to the point of snapping, could it ever again be what it was, again?”

(I am looking for someone to challenge me with interesting imagery.  If you happen to find a photo that makes you think, you find beautiful or horrifying, please send it to me, and I will write you a musing and share it.) 

"I believe if you cut me, I would quite possibly bleed ink and not blood. The force in which my brain rapidly fires thoughts, questions, perceives facts and twists realities can only be put into words for my salvation, for to rationalize them on my own only leads to an insanity I am uncomfortable with. I need it like oxygen, to sustain as nourishment to the heart and soul. When you can put words down that at first are just a jumbled mess in your mind and lead them into a formation of eloquent pose for others to take in, brings you peace and quiets the demons in your brain, momentarily. It’s never quiet, one thought leads to another, after another, each thought vying for attention, each syllable wanting its moment to shine, words are demanding mistresses that require equal time, so the cogs of your brain are ever turning, your fingers constantly flying with pen or keys, when you open your mouth and speak aloud, it comes out quickly, in a rapid excited fashion that you only hope someone else may understand…”

"I believe if you cut me, I would quite possibly bleed ink and not blood. The force in which my brain rapidly fires thoughts, questions, perceives facts and twists realities can only be put into words for my salvation, for to rationalize them on my own only leads to an insanity I am uncomfortable with. 

I need it like oxygen, to sustain as nourishment to the heart and soul. When you can put words down that at first are just a jumbled mess in your mind and lead them into a formation of eloquent pose for others to take in, brings you peace and quiets the demons in your brain, momentarily. 

It’s never quiet, one thought leads to another, after another, each thought vying for attention, each syllable wanting its moment to shine, words are demanding mistresses that require equal time, so the cogs of your brain are ever turning, your fingers constantly flying with pen or keys, when you open your mouth and speak aloud, it comes out quickly, in a rapid excited fashion that you only hope someone else may understand…”

"I own this moment, though he feels the wetness seep through my panties as I grind against him, it is his throbbing cock that has garnered all my attention. It is thick and warm, and growing slick with my juices, each time I move my hips I marvel at the soft groan of longing that emanates from his lips. Yes, I am in charge, my movements driving him wild though he fights to restrain himself, his arms are shaking, his hold on the chair turning his knuckles white…. I will reward him soon as I push my panties to the side and slide down his full length…. But only at the right moment, just before his resolve breaks, that perfect second when he feels he can take no more and reaches to pull my hips against him… in that second I will provide him ecstasy, but not a moment, sooner….”

"I own this moment, though he feels the wetness seep through my panties as I grind against him, it is his throbbing cock that has garnered all my attention. It is thick and warm, and growing slick with my juices, each time I move my hips I marvel at the soft groan of longing that emanates from his lips. Yes, I am in charge, my movements driving him wild though he fights to restrain himself, his arms are shaking, his hold on the chair turning his knuckles white…. I will reward him soon as I push my panties to the side and slide down his full length…. 

But only at the right moment, just before his resolve breaks, that perfect second when he feels he can take no more and reaches to pull my hips against him… in that second I will provide him ecstasy, but not a moment, sooner….”