Dream Come True

I'm lying in my bed, 'ts late. For the first time in a long, long time I've been drunk, well, as much as I could. ;) And there was at least an hour! or maybe even two hours! that I haven't been thinking about you! Yess!! My personal record in these last months!.. Well, where were we?

Ah, I want you for the feeling I have you, so if I don't have you, I can just take this feeling - for the pure sake of feeling. And as there's nothing unavailable to me when it's so... so... what would feel the best?

Mmm... I've got such a diversity here... :) Here's me kissing you... licking your "v" while you're holding me in your arms... you kissing me... here's you holding me, tight, sighing to me (in red) "ho baby, baby, baby..", here's your hand stroking my back, from the shoulders to the bottom.. stroking my buttocks... aj, such a nice, warm feeling, such a caring gesture, full of dreaming-waking-up, rising passion.

..you putting me as a spoon to you, entering me from behind. that's so right, darling, no ANY need in condoms, I want to feel you... you strong, silky smooth, hot, hard, filling me tightly, squeezing your way to my insides, feeling my muscles like my inner mouth... you feel I'm closed up for you, even getting you inside me.

"what's wrong, baby? it's ok, you're mine now, you're with me,.. you can open to me,.. you know me,.. you dreamed of me,.. it's me you so much needed and wanted... what's wrong, baby?" dontknow1, dear.. you stop using your words, starting to use your hands and mouth instead, stroking my breasts, my belly, opening my legs - no, no, I can't open them for you, they're mine, I'm not ready for you, no, no! no! no.. you think I can?.. your tongue on my flower, suddenly, no! I can't resist it. can't close my legs anymore, I'm addicted to it now... listening to your tongue movements, hypnotized by them like a rabbit would be by an anaconda :) no, like a snake would be by a magician's flute. I'm all there now, in that little spot held by you.. how easy it was for you to take me all into ..being all yours.

..I like your movements on the bed. what else do I like, not to come too quickly? many things :) but it grows, and grows, and grows, and I can't hold it anymore, I cry!! and cry!! YES!!!!! yes, yes, yes! crawling into an embryo position, and clinging to your chest, yes, yes, yes, baby, yes....... come inside, dear. please, quicker, now! I want to feel you again, with all my muscles, now loving you, caressing you, welcoming you inside me, as if squeezing you, stroking you, holding you, please deeper! please! fill me all, dear, I want to embrace you, to feel you like this forever. you're so strong, so so masculine, your power is so huge, you hit me so passionately, yes, yes, yes, deeper! oh dear... (words are jumping with your-my-every-next-movement) I love you, yes! I love you! I - love - you - love you - so - much - the breath suffices now only for these short words, my passion is looking through my eyes, and I'm so yours now, more-yours can't be imagined. quicker, harder, hotter, wetter, denser, tighter, stronger, yes, yes, yes!!!.. fill me with your sperm, dear, yes, I want it all, in me, your dear-dear sperm, it feels so satisfying, so right, so "finally", yes, dear, I'm holding you, and you come in me.... yes! when I feel I'm waking up...... NO!!!!!!!!!! I don't want to leave this dream! No!!!!!!...........

- and I'm waking up... waking up to one world.... waking up to another... into your arms, with you inside me, that's what woke me up?.. Murmuring on your chest: "I had such a weird dream, honey, such a bad dream: I needed to live without you!" - "bad dream, baby? no way, come to me!" coming, coming, coming...........

Wild is the Wind

Let me fly away
With you
For my love is like
The wind
And wild is the wind

Give me more
Than one caress
Satisfy this
Hungriness
Let the wind
Blow through your heart
For wild is the wind

You...
Touch me...
I hear the sound
Of mandolins
You...
Kiss me...
With your kiss
My life begins
You’re spring to me
All things
To me

Don’t you know you’re
Life itself
Like a leaf clings
To a tree
Oh my darling,
Cling to me
For we’re creatures
Of the wind
And wild is the wind
So wild is the wind

Wild is the wind
Wild is the wind

Such touching words

When the evening shadows and the stars appear
And there is no one to dry your tears
I could hold you for a million years
To make you feel my love

I miss you

I miss you so much I want to shout. And I don't know how to speak with you, because I know our feelings are so different. I don't want my words to be ...obnoxious or imposing or pushing. But I just miss you so much!

...I remember us kissing under the stars and your eyes and you saying "I want to make love to you"...

I remember your legs around me...

Your words "It's just you and me"..

The feeling I had when your back was all given to me...

Your "baby, baby, baby..."

Lucky me, I have this blog to vent.

:)

"Embrace me, my sweet embraceable you
Embrace me, you irreplaceable you
Just one look at you
My heart grew tipsy in me
You, and you alone, bring out the gypsy in me

I love all the many charms about you
Above all, I want my arms around you
Don't be naughty, baby
Come to mama, come to mama, do...

My sweet embraceable you"

:)

Sedgwick: Danny, do you speak Russian?
Danny: A little, but only one sentence.
Sedgwick: Well, let me have it, mate.
Danny: Ia vas liubliu.
Sedgwick: Ia ia vas...
Danny: Liubliu.
Sedgwick: Liubliu? Ia vas liubliu. Ia vas liubliu. What's it mean?
Danny: I love you.
Sedgwick: "Love you." What bloody good is that?
Danny: I don't know, I wasn't going to use it myself.

from "The Great Escape"

Remembering...

"I love you.
I love you,
I love you..."

Indeed. :)

Such happiness

It feels like the most satisfying week I've ever had:
I was where I wanted to be,
with the man I wanted to be with,
doing just what I wanted to do,
touching him the way I wanted to touch,
feeling his kisses and going crazy about them, and him at all,
with such delicious, sensual afternoons. :)

And understanding A LOT about myself.

Thank you, dear-dear.
From my body and soul. :)

Happiness

again. :)

Thank you for the music, dear

I guess something opened in me: the music as if doesn't go through the ears, but interacts directly with something deep inside me. Weird and nice.

Nice words

"I cared for you in our one dream"

Almost crying...

touched tears. Look what was just downloaded (accidentally, as always):

"Let your life be in the sunshine
Not the darkness of your sorrow

‘Cause a rose is still a rose
Baby, girl, you're still a flower
He can't lead you and then take you
Make you and then break you
Darlin', you hold the power"

Aretha Franklin, "A rose is still a rose"

I'm so stupid

In the morning I got it all right. Knew what to watch at. Was happy by being in the feeling of "being true to oneself," what actually was at the kernel of it. And later started to react again as a ...human :) forgetting that I'm not. :)

My apologies to you, dear: I never should have blamed you for being true to you. Or for anything, if already.

One girl wrote it to a man whom she felt at that time as the essence of her very being...

(kissing away the last 'reason'-why-not-to-post-it-now)

the patterns:
[you soft]
[you hardening]
[you hard, alert, huge, impressive]


the wish:

to touch you soft, by my mouth...
to move my tongue, back and forth, over you silky, strong, hardening... to wrap you up, suddenly, by my wet warm mouth, all of you, suddenly, tenderly, passionately... to let you go... you weepy, crying, waiting...
                            to touch you softly, tenderly, provocatively, by the inner side of my lips...

to put my hand on your testicles, caringly, pamperingly...

to hold you hardening by my mouth, starting moving my tongue inside of it... striking you huge and hard by my greedy mouth... you're so beautiful, darling... so masculine, so strong, so sexy, so sensitive...

I'm trying to stroke your chest, your hands, your legs by my hands, without taking away my mouth from the place it's caressing right now...

I'm starting to move my breasts, over your legs, trying to satisfy that inner urge to be all yours, right now, right here and now... my tongue slides vigorously over you so silky, so strong, so hard, stony-hard, so eager and so, so sensitive...

my hands caress your chest, my breasts massage your legs, and my smoothness is brushing up against your knee... or is it lower? other part of your masculine leg? where am I? I don't know anymore... Nothing matters right now, just this dancing with you... dancing... mouthing... dancing...

"Nightly desires"

What is left in me from these days with you?

Through the times when I feel hurt (as if) ('as if' because it feels hurting at that moment but never stays in me afterwards).

Through the times you call me those potato names I don't like.

Through the times you say "I prefer not to speak about it."

Through all the thorniness you decorate our day with. :)

Through all the times I want to strangle you, and not just strangle, but with exceptional cruelty...

What is left in me after these days with you?


Happiness.

Dear dear dear...

This time, when I'm sitting here, and you're calling me to come to you,... and I'm waiting... and know I'll come now, and will be close to you... such a beauty in this moment...

Interesting question

"If God looked directly into your eyes and said, "I command that you be happy in the world for as long as you live,"
What would you do?"

Richard Bach, Messiah's Handbook: Reminders for the Advanced Soul
that you haven't read yet :)

Crazy me

In Careless whisper, instead of "pain is all you'll find"
I just heard "penis -- all you'll find."

;))

I had a dream...

...You were sitting under your desk and telling me (from there): "You know, it's actually not so bad here. Quite good. I think, it will be comfortable for you here."

:)

Regarding "you're my soul"

Don't get frightened by these words.

It's the same as "I feel like I've been waiting for this moment all my life." These words belong to very-very special moments, and it's sweet, touching and shocking to read them afterwards.. They live somewhere inside, waiting for the next moment of such total openness, not quite belonging to the "real life." Which is sometimes a pity, and sometimes a gift. ;)

I'm so so so......

wrapped up in you now, honey. Filled by you. Feeling you with all my essence, feeling your presence by all my sensitive spots.

You're my soul now, dear. My stars. My leaves going out of the printer. :)

"How it was"

It was home. If it means anything for you. :)

Hit of the fire

It blows my mind and body from the inside, the huge, huge, huge desire demand to be with you now. To touch you the way only I want and only you can feel right. To kiss all the places I want to kiss. To feel your kiss on my neck... on my shoulders... on my breasts... my fantasy is too hurting for the other places right now. I want you, so so so much!!! What can I do with that?

Just feel you inside me... All being on fire, replying to you by my vagina muscles, holding you, caressing you, biting your shoulder, shouting from hurting pleasure, feeling your weight on me, feeling your breath with all my essence, feeling your breath in my ear, your arms on my back, your hardness inside me, deep, deep, deeper... I'm exploding from these sensations now.

:)

"Why should it take the tears of a woman
To see how men are"

(Roddy, who else. I'm pretty taken by his songs now - more by the words. It looks like he was popular at some point, then no one heard of him, and recently he came back. Should find more of him.)

Such a sunny song (Roddy again)

...
It's like a mystery that never ends.
I see you crying and I want to kill your friends.

I hear your footsteps in the street,
It won't be long before we meet,
It's obvious.
Just count me in and count me out and
I'll be waiting for the shout,
Oblivious...

...
But down by the ballroom I recognized that flaming fountain
in those kindred caring eyes.

I hear your footsteps in the street,
It won't be long before we meet,
It's obvious.
Just count me in and count me out and
I'll be waiting for the shout,
Oblivious...

I hope it haunts me 'til I'm hopeless,
I hope it hits you when you go,
And sometimes when I'm just sleeping
It rises up to let me know it's not so deep,
I'm not so low.

I hear your footsteps in the street,
It won't be long before we meet,
It's obvious.
Just count me in and count me out and
I'll be waiting for the shout,
Oblivious...

Oblivious

Roddy

Love is international
And if you stand or if you fall,
Just let them know you gave your all,
Worry about it later.

Ah, it doesn't stop!..

"Love is sleepwalkin'
Coppin' unworldly sights
Searchin' and stoppin'
Bangin' the world to rights
Can't let kilometres
Or colours defeat us try
For something so sweet
We'll never be beat
We'll conquer the seas
And sail the deep blue sky

I dream a dumb dream
The fires are blazin' bright
The faces of famine
Are fed in the flames
Sweet light
The guns are a burnin'
The bullets are silent shells
The hands are a turnin'
The times are a changin'
The lovers are learnin'
Ringing out the bells

Hold tight
All night
Always alright
We're on a wave"