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Saw this happen from work the other day. Nice how love can blind you to some imperfections, knowing that it can still be perfect in the more profound aspects it has... "Heaven-sent" When you came, She already knew, To give her heart to someone new. When you came, He already knew, A part of him is also a part of you. When you came, It was meant to be, Imperfect you seemed, but they didn't see. When you came, The waiting was done, Thirty years and more in a moment, won. When you came, Time stood then, An angel you are, fresh from Heaven. 
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Saw this happen from work the other day. Nice how love can blind you to some imperfections, knowing that it can still be perfect in the more profound aspects it has... "Heaven-sent" When you came, She already knew, To give her heart to someone new. When you came, He already knew, A part of him is also a part of you. When you came, It was meant to be, Imperfect you seemed, but they didn't see. When you came, The waiting was done, Thirty years and more in a moment, won. When you came, Time stood then, An angel you are, fresh from Heaven. Weren't we all little angels, once... 
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(now someone needs to write the "her" side of the story...any takers?) No one has taken (k) up on his challenge. When I can get a break from the kidos and can sit down in from of the computer, I'll take up your challenge! 
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"The Night that Never Happened"
The morning rays entered the room, Through the bare-glassed window, Gently falling on the crumpled white sheets of desire. I rouse myself from the limbo of dreams and reality, Barely able to get up from the soreness that overtook me. I remember last night... The unsure looks that gazed upon the eyes of longing... I didn't know what to say, You knew exactly what I meant. Each breath that escaped was like a cry for release, Each tentative touch a jolt of electric fire... I was afraid you might hurt me, I was afraid you might not stay. I still am. But the hand that held mine wasn't the hand of a tempestuous gale, Nor of dead carnal knowledge, No... It was the steady hand that brought ships across ocean currents, A hand that stilled storms... My eyes half closed as you kissed my forehead, Trickling down when I wanted it to rage with hunger. God, I wanted this... "Yes!" was my silent battle cry to this war you started, A battle of tangled limbs in this sea of light and shadows. Crashing, colliding, ripping, tearing... With each ebb and flow of the current The waves grew higher and higher, Until I capsized under you. Your expert hands steering me further into oblivion, Until I surrendered the prize that you sought so intently. I drowned myself in the scent of you, And gasped for air like it was my last. Each swallowed breath was death to a thousand distant memories... As the fog cleared, The silent waves rushed against to shore, Running our ships aground the the sands of tangled and twisted white. I can taste the wet saltiness of tired satisfaction, Mixed with a sweetness, And a hunger, For a night that never happened... |
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excellent!
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I'm sure other takers will be along shortly...
 Leigh and Tanya are lined up already. 
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Beautiful writes in this thread..I'm loving it..
KC I might just take up your challenge... |
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Beautiful writes in this thread..I'm loving it.. KC I might just take up your challenge...  Take the "might" out and do it Ainjel! |
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Beautiful writes in this thread..I'm loving it.. KC I might just take up your challenge... i am definitely looking forward to that!!! |
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Beautiful writes in this thread..I'm loving it.. KC I might just take up your challenge... i am definitely looking forward to that!!! After reading it for the 3rd time, I seriously don't want to ruin it...What you wrote is an amazing piece... I'll seriously think about it though.. |
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Beautiful writes in this thread..I'm loving it.. KC I might just take up your challenge... i am definitely looking forward to that!!! After reading it for the 3rd time, I seriously don't want to ruin it...What you wrote is an amazing piece... I'll seriously think about it though.. thinking is ok, doing is preferred. |
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ok so i might as well contribute...if only once. One Stop Passed Nothing The first beams of light are pushing their way through the darkness, corrupting the night sky. Your breathing has long ago turned soft and rhythmic. My mind, occupied with carnal thoughts, as my love scented fingers draw little circles on the small of your back. Your hair, tumbleweed twisted, lays stretched out in all directions. Most of it across the pillow, a few renegade strands cover your face in such a way, that a blind man could run his hands over it and read the letters s--e--x. I'm thinking of you standing there, nervous as I took your hand and led you to the bed. How you said you were fine and how voiceless mouths, then dictated the conversation. Silence hid, until there were no hiding places. And I remember your breath deepening, your wet soft kisses as they began to harden and turn more rousing and more aggressive. Vividly I recall how a sigh interrupted your breathing, when my hand traveled from your knee, up your thigh and came to rest on your rolling hip. I remember my leg sliding over yours and you quivered ever so slightly. Releasing a soft alluring moan as you spread them just enough for me to fill the void... Outside the world is slowly waking. You remain my drawing board. My tireless fingers play connect-the-dots with the freckles on your back. Making sure to spell out your name and silly little things new lovers find cute. My mind has me recalling how our hands explored unfamiliar territories. Groping and squeezing, rubbing and lightly touching, repeatedly, as if fingers contain the power of memory and palms were capable of recording 3d images. When I finally slipped my hand under your shirt and reached unprotected skin; your eyes ordered me to continue. Your heavier exhales' demanded I free your flesh. And there you were, Venus in lace... If life were a bus route, I would have leaped from my spot, ripped the cord from the wall, rang the bell and declared this, my final stop! I'll never forget that next kiss, how you cupped my face with possessing hands and kissed me so true, I forgave the entire world for all its shortcomings. This non-temporal deliverance abruptly gave way to primal lust. The moment you guided me into you, my name escaped your lips on the tail end of an accepting moan and floated past me like a Monarch fluttering towards the sun. I lost track of everything, time, my surroundings, everything but you. You, matching me move for move, thrust for thrust, breath for beautiful breath. Until we melted together in love's liquid exclamation point! My hand wrapped in your hair, pulling the skin on your neck firm. Your legs, bent at the knees and draped over my lower torso, while your arms pull me tighter to you. I remember our deep, deep gasps for air slowing in unison and how that final kiss reminded of ocean air, salty and tart. And I remember the very moment you fell asleep. So here I am, pressed against you; my fingers still diagramming your back. Wondering, when you awaken, how will you remember our first night? kc `15 Good read indeed.I hope you post more.Nice thrice |
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sex
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Well I tried kc...
One Breath In Passing... I cannot let go of the way your mouth, in its fullness, danced over my skin followed by rhythmic fingers stroking my body as if I were the keyboard for one of your creations, perhaps music, with lust being the note of a gasping song I wish to hear over and over again, feeling you play me before the chorus was sung in breathless whispers When you took my hand and lay me down holding me to you pillow-like, the softness of your body moulding itself to me, each breath, each stroke manipulating my senses, your maleness prodding my hip anticipating a release from its enclosure to be petted and held I was in awe of you I could not wait to feel you skin on skin, touching, rubbing, sliding, building up that crescendo of ripples that covert a Lake, its watery tongue lapping the edge of the shore, as I lay there relishing your touch when our clothes had finally found abandonment I could not wait to wear you The joining of lips, the gasping of sighs we breathed into one anothers mouths, fanned the fire that would blaze sporadically as tongues met, sword fighting for ownership of that moist space of nerve enhancement, our hands fisting one anothers hair as possession was being sought I could hardly breathe When I held you and led you on the climb inside of me, my body wept tearlessly as the wanting ache within finally got its greatest wish to be filled, I heard your name whisper from my lips, as your gasp filled my ears, fuelling the flames burning smokelessly through my inner chambers I burned for you We moved together in unison, teasingly slow, feeling one another for the first time, each stroke stealing breath from our lungs as our tempo increased and our mouths replicated the dance that was taking place below our waists, ~as above, so below~ we danced this saying in reverse, I want more... Ainjel..♥ |
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tried? ....... tried?
that is success in any language. Ainjel, i love it!!! 
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well, kc, that peice is magnificent, and all these worthy contributors. I find that,
although it pales in comparison, I was compelled to offer a morsel. Hopefully, fitting. It's been awhile. Barren desert stretched out before me, Parched. And the sun, relentless against my ivory skin. I could hear subtle waves crashing upon a shore behind me I yearned for that drop, water. It came slowly, almost teasingly my wanton lips, desire soothed, begged for more. It came, and I could feel the heat of the sun's grace touching me, and I wasn't sure at that moment if I was still alive, if only for my heartbeat, rapid, I was wrapped in essence of pure knowing a bliss that took my breath away and only longed for more. Yes, more, more, please. My eyes opened and the mirage before me found tender eyes, lips finding mine, and hands that knew me better than I. I melted into the bliss on this man sending an invitation, accepted, before we even began. Our bodies pressed together finding places on our naked flesh left, till now, unexplored, waiting for this moment and it came. Our waves went crashing upon the bed. For a moment only our eyes spoke, his, ran naked in my soul. I felt his hand, warm upon me, cup my face, as his wet lips kissed me. Shivers ran down my body. His body was hard upon me I wrapped my legs around him, wanting, needing, to feel him, closer. Our bodies moved together, speaking, with each action, a reaction, the scent of desire filled the room and our arousal left nothing untouched. Warm, and wet, he entered. That moment, forever etched, left me breathless, slowly, feeling every part of me, and I, him. Primal and raw, we moved together. Our bodies pressing together, and away, as the tide over took us. His breath became more rapid, we washed upon the shore, rolling, rolling, until I found myself on top of him, his beautiful body stretched out before me, and I felt him under me, completely in me his hips, in rhythm with mine, moans matching our movement, tender, yet hard, and I felt the desert, heard those waves, yes, the water, the water, crashing over me, us, we. that precious drop. as our beating hearts pounded against the other, the air between his lips and mine, all that existed, and his whisper, gently called my name, the barren desert stretched out before us, satiated, if only for this moment. We finally calmed enough, I curled up next to him, my head upon his shoulder, his arm wrapped me, I only wanted more, and forever, as his breath slowed, his hand gently making circles upon my skin that burned for him, my eyes, so heavy, closed. My dreams would not compare. I was enamored in his sweet, complete, corruption of me. My addiction had a name, his face, tattooed on my eyelids that called for sleep. He was my blanket that gently rose and fell with a calmness, home. A thousand thoughts raged through my mind, until only one remained. Him. |
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bastet...it HAS been a long time. nice to see your words again.
great addition as well. 
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tried? ....... tried? that is success in any language. Ainjel, i love it!!! Thank you kind sir..Your beautiful works inspire me always...
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Edited by
Ainjel
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Sat 01/17/15 10:07 PM
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Bastet...Long time no see...Wonderful to read you again...
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"Ouch!"
It came ... unexpected... A pang of hurt... Like how a rubber band hits you... Or an ant bite... It came ... snuck up... A sudden blow... Like a football tackle... Or whiplash... It came ... right ahead... Blew the wind from me... Like a crashing wave... Or a swift kick to the stomach... Except... It was directed at my heart... |
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