is a four letter word. I’d rather hurt than feel nothing at all… We want, we crave, we ache, we need. The seconds tick by. Minutes. Hours. Days. Weeks. Months. Years. Still she needs him. A dark-haired boy with blue eyes once made her feel special, a sandy-haired surfer showed her how to have fun,…
They focus their attention on us. They hold us when we cry. They listen when we complain. They feed our souls, they nurture our dreams. They give us the freedom do be who we are. Lest we forget… Their hearts break. They see their skin crinkle. The feel the pain of loss. The frustration of failure….
had a day that made you feel as if you were traveling through The Twilight Zone? You were late – then early – even got the actual day wrong. Misunderstandings at every turn. You lost your keys, then found them exactly where you looked a few minutes earlier. So frustrating and exasperating you just want…
Posted by Romantic Dominant – my favorite blogger. Art by Fabian Perez She barely understands it. It is a desire to serve. A hunger to yield, to bend, to give, to allow herself to be controlled. A need to submit, To comply, to assent, to acquiesce. It is an itch, an ache, a yearning. She…
(Reblogged from, Romantic Dominant) On this day commercially obsessed with couples I raise a glass to those who by circumstance or design will be alone. You too are special. This one is for you. © the author writing as Romantic Dominant Art by Victor Bauer
It was so easy, like breathing. He made my heart race, yet soothed my soul. It was so easy, like sinking into sleep. He cocooned me, then released me with butterfly wings. It was so easy. When I think of it, I sigh, then cry, then sigh. It’s so hard. Like trying to catch my breath,…
Have you ever been so connected to someone, you never wanted to leave the bed? What is that intangible, exquisite, compelling, magical ‘thing’ called chemistry? It either exists or doesn’t. No matter how hard we try, it cannot be summoned or created. For centuries poets have penned their poems, composers have written their music, and wordsmiths have authored their books, focusing…
The first look, the one filled with promise, and mystery, with a hint of fear. The first touch, the one filled with sparks, and intrigue, with a hint of warmth. The first hug, the one filled with reticence, then relief, with a hint of need. The first kiss, the one filled with tentative passion, and…
It’s a frosty, chilly night, and this came to mind, so I wandered through the corridors of my old blog, pulled it out and dusted it off. THE PROMISE Made visible by her breath, the frost’s cold hung in the air. She didn’t want to be there but she’d promised she would meet him. At…
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