A simple smile, on your lips.
That’s all it takes, to change my face.
An honest hope, a wistful wish.
That’s how you make life change it’s pace.
A simple smile, forever mine.
The moment that you stand and wait.
A moment that is pressed in time.
My kiss will always change your gait.
A simple smile, given to me.
That’s how you make my life complete.
A gift that pays eternally.
You are my world, love, I am replete.
My latest Dancer installment…
A different type of four-legged friend/foe… THIS is the reason I’m typically frightened of canines… their stalking nature. I suppose I am more like them then I would like to admit!!! (lol)
And it is a pretty amusing post from a good friend of mine.
When walking across prairies or through woods you may wish to know whether a coyote is walking with you. You may wish to know many more things, but, surely this is one of them. In fact, research shows that 22% of all top 1000 things-to-know lists include nearby coyote spotting.* Fact. Without further adoadieu babbling, here are the 5 signs of a coyote walking with you:
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I adore the full story, ‘On This Day’, and Marcus’ words are always so full of the allure and artistry of nature. I specifically appreciate this short moment from the complete tale, because it displays growth beyond construct, beyond constitution. I adore tiny hidden lessons. They are part of what makes reading so addictive. And what makes writing interesting: Interpretation.
When I’m the extra thought on your mind,
When you can’t help but wonder what’s on mine,
When having your attention is just what I need,
When my worth, by your affirmation, is freed.
My drug, my cure, my craving, to endure…
When the attention I seek is hidden from me,
When the words I long for, I simply can’t see,
When the world isn’t clear, in it’s anonymity,
When affection cannot be found in front of me.
My drug, my cure, my craving, to endure…
When I figure it out, it’s complexity,
When I believe I have discovered identity,
When I wish for nothing more than affinity,
When I desperately want you to come back to me.
My drug…
My cure…
My craving…
To endure.
…
Loyalty.
His eyes, like the mirrored reflection of a shallow pond, but with a depth that is beguiling…
His lips, so soft and sweet, I could kiss them over and over for hours… days… forever…
His beard, speckled with silver, silky to the touch, but deliciously scratchy on my neck, breast, belly, …the super soft spot behind my knee…
His fingers, oh dear God, his fingers, long and slender, strong and teasing, stroking, squeezing, pinching, kneading, swirling, twirling, invading…
His manhood, the way it curves, the way it fills, the way it looks in his hands, the way it feels in mine, the way we fit, perfectly…
His strength, as a man, as a lover, as a father, brother, son, friend and absolutely, as a husband, never weak or absent, always available, for anything…
His brain, so intelligent, filled with knowledge of depths I’ll never penetrate, makes our son smarter, me richer, the world better, every day…
His wit, childlike, at times, easy and fun, and most appreciated during moments when my heart and mind are heavy, because his are never too heavy to laugh…
His hopes, …wrapped up within me, I take them everywhere, so we could never be apart, not with this beautiful part of him locked inside me…
His love, sweet, gentle, kind, open, honest, innocent, whole, not difficult, not contingent, not replaceable… mine.
His everything…
my everything…
I am his…
he is mine…
forever.
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