“I love you not because of who you are, but because of who I am when I am with you.” Mary Carolyn Davies , 1888-1940?
Soul fires never hurt, it’s playing games with them that does!
Fires in your heart and body, sparkles in the eyes… all of your being a flame.
My fires are life colored, never play with them, I’ll never do*… so painful for me, so delightful to you… and so selfish of you!
“At the Touch of You”
Witter Bynner, 1881-1968
American poet and translator.
Published September 1916 by Poetry, A Magazine of Verse, Edited by Harriet Monroe
Witter was a man who loved men... His words, and the feelings behind them can be the words of any heart, mine included. No matter age or gender... love language is truly UNIVERSAL!
After the Witch Hunt, April 2012
Published April 1st 2012 by Write Bloody Publishing
I am perfect inside. I don’t care if you can’t see it!
When you have by your side the “Perfect One” nothing else is needed, everything is perfect even if it wasn’t before.
I had some “Perfect Ones” in my life, so I think for each one of us there are more, not only one… Keep dreaming, and Universe will help you find what you’re looking for.
P.S. Love and dreaming is Universe’s language. Be careful what you keep I your heart!
When it goes both ways… and sweet memories are there to stay in your heart this life and in all those that will follow… could you ask for more, really, could you? and what would that be?
We Are Angels in Our Heaven!
It's not a metaphor, we all have "angelic essence" in us, that divine sparkle... when ignited, the "around us" becomes "Heaven here and right now", on Earth.
Igniting... That moment… when pleasure explodes, and you stop, and all around you stops… Stillness in Heaven, two beings overwhelmed by its profound serenity. Your eyes gazing deep inside my of soul…
It was a May afternoon, 2019... glimpses of the past carrying me away on a November evening… suddenly surrounded by feelings and presence of the man I had back then… I even felt Christmas coming!
That's yearning and alone!
Laying in cold sheets... My #NovemberMan again!
Memories of together, some painful, some soothing… the bed, empty altar of love where we relive them over and over again…
Ugly & Beautiful Man
We've made love, his forehead still on mine, he whispered "You're the most beautiful to me...". Since then, I judge people this way. #NovemberMan
My Life, my Loves... This is the story of one of them
Looking back… one love, a star shining on my skies. Promised myself he’ll never be forgotten. Since then, of course, other stars in my life followed, each one special in its unique way.
Soon after my divorce I started dating a fellow artist, a lovely angel, a very special one. Everything was fine and "ordinary" in our relationship at the beginning. I was working as a designer at that time, but he saw inside of me what I didn't know it did exist: my "protective" nature.
Now I smile... he was somewhere between delicacy and shyness when he opened up this subject: he was a sensually submissive man seeing in me a sweet Mistress for his soul. He made me quit my job and convinced me I'd be the perfect as an arts teacher for many generations of kids to come... And yes, our bedroom life has changed. After nights of passion, before dawn, full of joys, he used to whisper me the lyrics of this song... he couldn't sing, but his recitation was zephyr in my heart.
After a brief time of together he left for Brazil, never to come back... One day, it was late Summer, I received his friend's letter, a catholic priest, they left together, just a line: "Our beloved friend is resting now".
How some souls can change our lives! When I think of him, I don't have the feeling of being “left”, but surrounded by kind of an essence flouting in the air and literally breathing it. And it’s “real”, I don’t need any science or religion to prove me right or wrong, but I would love to know how it happens or “functions”… wish I could do this in my after life for the loved ones I’d have left here.
Quiet Nights of Quiet Stars/Corcovado,
Antônio Carlos Jobim, 1960
"Corcovado" (known in English as "Quiet Nights of Quiet Stars") is a bossa nova song written by Antônio Carlos Jobim in 1960. The Portuguese title refers to the Corcovado Mountain in Rio de Janeiro. An English lyric was later written by Gene Lees. Andy Williams recorded the song in 1965.
August 15, 2020
The woman, always a nest of love for her man, with all her being! To make him feel at home wherever they are!
The "After" Kiss
This kiss… so unique each time we have it!
We make love, lost in each other… our love songs… then stillness and serenity, your forehead on mine… How sweet is the kiss we’re having after pleasure entangles our bodies!
When Desires Resonate...Passion and Timing, a Perfect Tango.
WHO’S SAYING THE FIRST LINE?
The answer it’s not “the man” or “the woman”, is “who’s leading” at that moment. If it’s about BDSM, than obviously is the Mistress or the Master. But if it’s “vanilla”, then it’s about who’s got on fire first. And isn’t that wonderful when fires are ignited almost simultaneously?
Most of my relationships were “democratic”, with men enjoying my “taking charge” moods. This alternation has never been an issue in my intimate life, but when I felt the timing started to be an issue, I knew I was not in the right relationship. Just my two cents… of my heart, lol!
Our Life Notes... love memories should never dry out!
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