Posts Tagged ‘me’

Saturday Dec 4th 2010

Posted: December 4, 2010 by Marya in Quote of the day
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I am the way I am, I will never change, you’ll love me or hate me, but I will always be me.

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You whisper into my ear
Sweet things that make me weak,
Then you look into my eyes
With your mysterious provocative gaze,
Causing you to touch my skin
To feel the burning of your flames,
Caressing me with a love that is real,
Then you kiss me…
As I feel your wet eager lips
Our hungry tongues indulging in their craving,
To feel the poison…
Of your blood boiling throughout your soul
Sending electrify emotions
Stimulating pure intoxication,
As your hands flows over me;
Touching every curve and every part of me…
It seems I move my legs apart automatically,
As you lift me on the mystical ride
While my body you know I will guide,
Just listen to our song
Making love all night long,
The flames of passion, desire and love
Is taking control over us,
You put your hands in my breast,
As I feel a sensation so exciting,
When you kiss my nipples with your eager lips
Every time you do that,
It gets more and more fulfilling
Let me feel those sensations,
As I feel you deep inside me
Feeling a rage so incredible to resist,
As all I want is to let go
Of all this love I have in store,
You got me twisting…
Soaking wet,
I feel you as you are pausing deep inside me
And then I feel you pull out and pull back in,
I moan from pure delight and ecstasy,
I get the shivers,
But…
Is from the fire lit inside my being
My body is slippery everywhere,
I scream…
Please, harder and harder,
I call out your name…
Crying out in anguished bliss
A slight sigh…
”A gasp for air”
This fire is so immense
So full of energy and heat,
Even water could not quench
This fire inside of me,
Cause your love…
Always will remain
Burning there endlessly,
Cause you make my erotic senses rise,
While you take me higher and higher
Than I have ever been
In the mystical ride of yours,
That I just can’t get enough
Because without you and your love,
There would not be a hot sexual taste in me.

Ah, nature. Ya gotta love it.
I got out into the warm sunshine today and worked on my garden. It’s a fairy garden full of cute little ornaments and it looks very mystical. There’s lovely flowers and Kentucky blue grass neatly trimmed, weed whacked and fertilized. A freshy pruned bush perfected the scenery.
I sat down on my lawn chair breathing in the fresh air as I admired the beauty created by all of my hard work.
Isn’t summer wonderful, folks? Sure it is!
Everything went fine until an effin’ mosquito bit me right below my eye, blew up my face and turned me into a mongoloid. Great! Just freakin’ fantastic! No amount of makeup in the world is going to cover this mammoth quasimoto lump on my face. I’m going to look really cute looking for work tomorrow.
Marya sticks her tongue to the side of her mouth and slobbers. “I am not an animal. I am a writer.”