Friday, July 26, 2013
Thursday, July 25, 2013
If it’s meant to be, it will be.
“If two points are destined to touch, the universe will always find a way to make the connection – even when all hope seems to be lost.
Certain ties cannot be broken. They define who we are – and who we can become.
Across space, across time, among paths we cannot predict – nature always finds a way”
“If two points are destined to touch, the universe will always find a way to make the connection – even when all hope seems to be lost.
Certain ties cannot be broken. They define who we are – and who we can become.
Across space, across time, among paths we cannot predict – nature always finds a way”
Hopeless Romantic in France
Is there anything, anyone, ever?
“Is there anything here I can call my own? A feeling? A moment? Anything?
Will there ever be a time when I am truly loved? When I’ll know it and not wonder if it’s real?
Is there something I can protect and love and care about?
Is there a truth I can keep that has no fear attached?
Will there ever be a time when I can be somewhere and it will feel like home?
Will there ever be a time when I will look around me and know I am finally in the place I am supposed to be?
Is there anything here, anything I can see, while I breathe and breathe, trying to stay alive long enough to just be able to be here and know that I am here? Not just any here but the here I am supposed to be in.
Is there anything that I can call mine that will not eventually be taken from me?
Is there anything, anyone, ever?”
- Henry Rollins
“Is there anything here I can call my own? A feeling? A moment? Anything?
Will there ever be a time when I am truly loved? When I’ll know it and not wonder if it’s real?
Is there something I can protect and love and care about?
Is there a truth I can keep that has no fear attached?
Will there ever be a time when I can be somewhere and it will feel like home?
Will there ever be a time when I will look around me and know I am finally in the place I am supposed to be?
Is there anything here, anything I can see, while I breathe and breathe, trying to stay alive long enough to just be able to be here and know that I am here? Not just any here but the here I am supposed to be in.
Is there anything that I can call mine that will not eventually be taken from me?
Is there anything, anyone, ever?”
- Henry Rollins
Tuesday, July 23, 2013
One Night
She's scared. Just look at how her hand trembles as she hold on tightly on that purse. She's been there before and she knows the game can somehow ends inevitably with its ugly head tugging along.
But what is the point of living if we will not dive from 10,000 feet?
Feel the strong winds like we finally learned how to fly.
If we will choose to play safe all the time, our chances will ran out
and what we have when we die are just regrets.
So just let it be.
Trust the currents.
If the train stops where we are it just happens to be ours.
She grabbed his chest and push him into the bed. As the dusk comes with rain she can be more certain this is just what she needed. Long dead nights of dark oblivion. Like her heart has been wasted several times. She wanted him. She thirst for his touch and those lips that possess the promise of joy for the night hoping it'll stretch 'til infinity. Loneliness can kill her. Any moment from now. And she knew all too well from the moment he opened his mouth, she wanted him around. Her skin emitting heat longing for his hands to travel and explore the ends where her hair stands. It's hunger pulsating both ways. Waiting that when he touch her breast the flow of ecstasy starts running.
He watched her undressed. Dropping all her garments on the floor. Her tiny breast covered with her hair as she looked at him desire flashes like lightning. She took his shirt off and all stripping him naked. Smelling him, kissing him and touching him as he linger in her scent.
He worshiped her neck planting thousand tiny kisses, teasing her mercilessly. He slide his hand touching the wet part where the sleeping tiger lay. He rubbed her carefully with tenderness, feeling its velvety surface then slowly tasting the lovely surprise hidden at the center. The cherry on top glisten with lustful liquid waiting to be nibbled by his mouth.
They found each others tongue greedily like speaking the same language without saying a word.
Like beasts they devour each other. When he enters she cried out his name. It's been a while since she felt that way. She bit his lip and went down for him. Tasting and feeling him in her tongue. It grew harder and it tasted sweet. He moaned and moved and grabbed her behind, she on top finding her way through nirvana.They felt each others desire welling up from within. They can't stop. He played the piano between her thighs and get enchanted with the lustful tones they make. They both shiver craving for more...
But what is the point of living if we will not dive from 10,000 feet?
Feel the strong winds like we finally learned how to fly.
If we will choose to play safe all the time, our chances will ran outand what we have when we die are just regrets.
So just let it be.
Trust the currents.
If the train stops where we are it just happens to be ours.
She grabbed his chest and push him into the bed. As the dusk comes with rain she can be more certain this is just what she needed. Long dead nights of dark oblivion. Like her heart has been wasted several times. She wanted him. She thirst for his touch and those lips that possess the promise of joy for the night hoping it'll stretch 'til infinity. Loneliness can kill her. Any moment from now. And she knew all too well from the moment he opened his mouth, she wanted him around. Her skin emitting heat longing for his hands to travel and explore the ends where her hair stands. It's hunger pulsating both ways. Waiting that when he touch her breast the flow of ecstasy starts running.
He watched her undressed. Dropping all her garments on the floor. Her tiny breast covered with her hair as she looked at him desire flashes like lightning. She took his shirt off and all stripping him naked. Smelling him, kissing him and touching him as he linger in her scent.
He worshiped her neck planting thousand tiny kisses, teasing her mercilessly. He slide his hand touching the wet part where the sleeping tiger lay. He rubbed her carefully with tenderness, feeling its velvety surface then slowly tasting the lovely surprise hidden at the center. The cherry on top glisten with lustful liquid waiting to be nibbled by his mouth.
They found each others tongue greedily like speaking the same language without saying a word.
Like beasts they devour each other. When he enters she cried out his name. It's been a while since she felt that way. She bit his lip and went down for him. Tasting and feeling him in her tongue. It grew harder and it tasted sweet. He moaned and moved and grabbed her behind, she on top finding her way through nirvana.They felt each others desire welling up from within. They can't stop. He played the piano between her thighs and get enchanted with the lustful tones they make. They both shiver craving for more...
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