- I should stop reading romance novels. -I should stop looking at romance movies -I should stop glancing at couples -I should stop thinking about romance right now. IT'S BUGGING THE HELL OUT OF ME!

Телефоны отключены, играет музыка тихо. Секс жадный, нетерпеливый… Вдохи, выдохи, стоны… Валяться в кровати, потом отдышавшись, разговаривать на разные темы, спорить, смеяться и снова заняться любовью Ндааа… две недели без личной жизни сказываются

...pure...I can't really hope for it anymore. I still want him so. I adore him. But even that is hopeless. My passions are obsessive. I don't release them, I juice them, I want l of them. I draw them. I desire them. I'd let it go but he is divine. Also my trich was so bad last night....I'm sick of myself. I've been smoking so much, and it makes me sick. Last night the smell of smoke on my hands made...

      From sparks of desire The flames rising higher Grow into the fire Of my love It burns with a light So startlingly bright It robs me of sight Bar my love A moth to a flame I’m drawn back again Regardless of pain To my love I long for her touch I want her so much I yearn for her, such Is my love    But it’s clear to me Though blind...

...Nirvana (the ultimate goal) by following the "Rules of Buddha", or Four Noble Truths. These truths are stated as being: 1. All life is suffering, pain, and sorrow. 2. Suffering is caused by human desires 3. The only cure is to overcome desire 4. Follow the 8 Fold Path (have the right actions and thoughts) this was followed by small note of; **BE HERE NOW**      It's interesting, because the...

... so arousing. For a time the feather was all there was in my senses, but then the feather was no longer held in a hand, but instead tied at the end of a braid of red hair, and suddenly there was Mira. I am so confused, so torn... I love Ashtaar. I love Mira. I care deeply for and desire them both... And Ysera only knows if I could ever truly have either. I don't know what to do...

I wasn't going to post anything today, but I was looking through the horoscope column in a Sunday magazine over lunch just now and it said: "Nothing will ever be like before, ever! It's useless to miss...left to do is remember fondly the best times, and fantasize about what could have been. The problem with putting the past behind you is that it has a clear and open shot at biting you in the arse .

Your silken intentions along with a sip of merlot rescue me from faded corners of a mundane day. With your assistance I navigate to a better destiny. (water soluble desire notwithstanding) The last tangarine moments of day delightfully disappear behind pliant palm fronds. The balmy breeze of darkness cools us while we improvise. A free form score A capriccio...