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The deepest and most lasting pleasure would be to have a true submissive woman with a happy to give spirit. Someone who is inwardly strong that nothing can disturb your peace of mind and that you don't let past bad experiences color your world. Otherwise, if you don't have your vanilla life in order it would be unrealistic of you to expect me to listen to you express your kinky wants and needs. If the above characteristics describe you and you're under the age of 35 years old then drop me a line and we can take it from there.
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Picture a rainbow butterfly sparkling like a diamond in the grass,
picture a thousand scarlet poppies blowing in the wind,
Isn't that your vision of beauty.
Have you ever walked beside a crystal lake,
and heard the never ending harmony of birds,
That's what beauty is.
Did you see the never ending turquoise sea,
or run across the golden sand,
Isn't that your vision of beauty.
Beauty is the glowing silver moon,
the shatters of shiny stars,
Isn't nature the most beautiful thing in the world?.
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Look deep into nature, and then
you will understand everything better. ~Albert Einstein
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Cast a spell
weave it well
of sun and flower
and summer's power
bind it fine
with briar and vine
and creeper's length
and autumn's strength
wrap it slow
with frost and snow
and gently tie it
with winter's quiet
and then spread wide
on every side
from mist and dew
spring's garb anew |
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Lo! I am come to autumn,
When all the leaves are gold;
Grey hairs and golden leaves cry out
The year and I are old.
In youth I sought the prince of men,
Captain in cosmic wars,
Our Titan, even the weeds would show
Defiant, to the stars.
But now a great thing in the street
Seems any human nod,
Where shift in strange democracy
The million masks of God.
In youth I sought the golden flower
Hidden in wood or wold,
But I am come to autumn,
When all the leaves are gold. ~G.K. Chesterton |
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I sit by the lake on this wondrous day,
watching the reflection of flowering trees,
rippling past watching appreciative eyes.
Breathing in the smell of glorious spring,
as chattering frogs and birds sing,
their way of celebrating the new season.
The lush green forest surrounds and protects me.
Soft fluffy white clouds in the blue sky above
play peekaboo with the bright yellow sun.
I feel a peaceful feeling overtaking me
and my spirits seem to soar from within
just like the eagle circling, floating above.
The wind softly whispers through the trees,
as I rest on the soft green bed beneath me,
drinking it all in - glad to be one with nature. |
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Whispering winds that echo's in my mind
Stalking sea breezes
Trees, tall trees
towering above me
Manipulating my soul to be still
very still
In a Quiet place
I light two candles, one at a time
Standing between them both
hoping to find
A quiet place
Where I can indulge into complete style
shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!
A Quiet place, where there is no laughter
No pain, no smoke, no hard rain
A quiet place, I'll sustain
A quiet place, I'll proclaim
A quiet place, just for me
A quiet place for eternity! |
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The compelling violin lures
With an irresistible yearn
Dance, dance, please dance for me
I can no longer adjourn!
Ethereal notes float from its strings
Caressing like a lover's hand
Sensual music, Angel's touch
Leading the way to wonderland
Embracing with utter delight
Craving, beckoning me
Tempting my lonely heart
Dance, dance on my melody!
Faster, faster the music escapes
Without compassion to body or soul
Seducer of lonely hearts
Until dancing is my only goal
Faces gyrate while I dance on passion
Flashes of fire in the corner of my eyes
The violin plays like never before
Until I become one and loneliness dies
With a final cry and a final touch
The violin stops, the music ends
Leaving behind an emptiness
We'll meet again, my violin friend |
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Cascading notes like ebbing waters;
An enveloping warm wave of serenity
Fills you wholly with sweet delight,
And brings you to paradise; your Eden.
The sweet sounds of sirens fill your ears
While your soul mingles with the rhythm.
Dancing with the flowing notes and beats,
Your heart begins to beat with the music.
The heavenly tunes floods your mind,
Lifting you up to a peaceful state of mind
Until the wave passes and the water freezes.
And all that's left is the distant memory. |
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What does "Oh what a tangled web we weave, When first we practice to deceive!" mean?
Answer: Deception is a false reality imposed on a true reality. It is a fragile and complex weaving of truth, half truths', lies and lies of omission. To successfully deceive another or several people, one must be skilled in the art of deception. To create a deception worthy of belief one must be able to create plausible details that help create the illusion of truth. It is the details that people listen to and remember and the one deceiving is obligated to remember these detail in order to avoid having the lie exposed. The problem with remembering the lies we tell is that all people are basically good and we tend to forget the bad things we've done. In order to successfully perpetuate deception, the liar must be willing to live that lie when necessary. This becomes the tangled web we weave, especially when first we practice to deceive.
It's from Sir Walter Scott's long poem, Marmion. I think that the above explanation is very interesting, but would add that a web is what is woven by a spider, and its function is to trap flies with its stickiness; the more they wriggle to get away, the more they entangle themselves in it. Scott is warning us that the liar spins and weaves his own trap for himself, not realizing he has done so until he's caught in it. Oo, nasty! |
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Isn't it interesting how the word "politics" is made up of the words "poli" meaning "many" in Latin, and "tics" as in "bloodsucking creatures"? |
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What level of importance must a person have, before they are considered assassinated instead of just murdered? |
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Keep a green tree in your heart and perhaps a singing bird will come. |
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How long a minute is, depends on what side of the bathroom door you're on.
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With great power comes great responsibility, and with great responsibility comes a LOT of criticism, no matter what you do. |
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A Veteran - no matter if it was for 4 or 40 years, whether active duty, retired, national guard or reserve - is someone who, at one point in his or her life, wrote a blank check made payable to "The United States of America," or an amount of "up to and including my life." |
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I cannot give you the formula for success, but I can give you the formula for failure--which is: Try to please everybody. |
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Character is the ability to follow through on a resolution long after the emotion with which it was made has passed. |
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One look
One smile
One touch
One embrace
One kiss
One love
Two people
Two minds
Two souls
Two destinies
One road
One journey
One ending
Together. |
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Eyes so dark
Heart so pure
I could never love another
The way I love her
Gleam in her eyes
Like a candles flame
I love when I hear her
Call out my name
When she walks by
Birds stop their flight
The dead come to life
And the blind regain their sight
I could never love another
The way I love her
Eyes so dark
Heart so pure
Skin so soft
Soul on fire
She fills me with
Complete desire
The way she moves
The way she looks
One glance at her
Was all it took
When she walks by
People stare
At her radiant face
And her ebony hair
She fills me with
Complete desire
Skin so soft
Soul on fire
Perfect body
A scholar's mind
Michelangelo would envy
Such a find
Beautiful smile
Always sincere
Whoever's around
Wants her near
When she walks by
Angels weep
Gods hide their faces
And lovers leap
Michelangelo would envy
Such a find
Perfect body
A scholar's mind |
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Such a vision, pure Angelic,
As you move about the room,
Hair drifting past your shoulders,
Humming soft a lovers tune.
On the bed I silent watch you,
While my passion grows within,
Knowing it will be just moments,
Until our night of love begins.
Shadows do not hide your beauty,
As I savor you like wine,
The outline of your body,
Burns into this heart of mine.
Our eyes meet to tell the story,
Two people burning with desire,
Knowing that our consummation,
Will put out this raging fire.
Descending slow from top the mountain,
Sweated bodies panting breath,
Seeing we were very happy,
Paying off our passions debt. |
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It's early now, it's still dark outside
You're still asleep, warm under the sheets
The rain is falling, I can smell the ionized air
I watch you sleep, you're so beautiful to me
I go outside, feel the rain wash over me
I watch the rain flow into the sea
I remember you, standing in the rain
A moment in time suspended, on you, my heart depended
You wake up, walk over and tell me to come inside
I hold your hand, pull you over, hold you in the rain
You laugh at me and tell me you're going to get soaked
I pull you closer, kiss your lips and tell you it's OK
You kiss me back, we stay for awhile, feel the rain, smell the air
Another moment I will never forget
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Instead of talking to your plants, if you yell at them would they still grow, only to be troubled and insecure? |
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Isn't Disney World just a sophisticated people's trap operated by a sinister mouse? |
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Precisely the polarities
Parenthesizing pleasure
Persuade us to anesthetize
The love we fear to feel.
A train of trivialities,
Buried, becomes treasure,
As we sentimentalize
A boredom that was real.
How might we find a fantasy
That strides into the heart,
Awakening the winter wind
Bearing death and pain?
How might we live an ecstasy
That picks our joys apart,
Leaving what we love behind
On wings, on winds, in chains? |
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Love comes through the eyes that see
And through the ears that hear,
For people are quite beautiful,
And words make feelings clear.
Love comes through the hands that touch
With unabashed affection,
For only skin-to-skin can love
Maintain its true direction.
Love comes through the tastes and smells
Of fresh and well-cooked food,
For in the gift of nourishment
Is much else that is good.
But though love comes through senses five,
Love comes from the heart,
For there resides the greater love
Of which ours is a part. |
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The bond of love is not desire, but need.
Desire fades; need with wisdom grows:
The need to be needed, and the need to need.
But why the need to need when one is freed
By needing less of that which comes and goes?
The bond of love is not desire, but need.
And why need to be needed? Why should one cede
What one might well enjoy for what one owes?
The need to be needed, and the need to need
Are longings of the sower for the seed,
And the seed for the sower, who whistles as he sows.
The bond of love is not desire, but need.
Love is longing, by dint of death decreed,
The beauty and the terror life bestows,
The need to be needed, and the need to need
Embedded in one's being, as indeed,
Being needs Creation, which it once chose.
The bond of love is not desire, but need:
The need to be needed, and the need to need. |
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Gifts given freely, out of joy and love,
Are, like the gift of life, conceived in pleasure.
Blest are those whose hearts in that way move,
Receiving more of life than they can measure.
In giving, then, alight with hope and passion,
Each wanting, wanted, desperate with delight,
Lovers incandescent moments fashion,
As meteors slash through a starry night.
No love is strong without its strong demands.
Demons do not need as lovers do!
Love weaves its joys of mutual commands:
In giving pleasure, taking pleasure, too.
So may you give, and find such pleasure there
As lights the darkest dreams of those who care. |
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Character is what you do when no one is looking. |
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What's the difference between simple and elegant? Simple is simple. Elegant is something very practical and easy looking on the surface but very deep and complex underneath scientifically. |
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Whenever humankind looks into the void, he/she projects there the structure of their own psyche. The more formless the void, the more fearful or abstract the image. In this observation was an implicit warning. There is a level at which we cannot with definite assurance differentiate between projected patterns and the reality about us, but must always be ready to withdraw the projected image in order to replace it with a better one. Fantasy especially intervenes where exact knowledge is lacking; and when fantasy does intervene, it becomes especially difficult to gain exact knowledge. Thus, a vicious circle forms, and the mythical usurps theory-forming; furthermore, the mythic is given fantastic witness in observation. Seeing is believing, but believing is seeing. We see what we believe and prove our beliefs with what we see. |
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| Age: 29 |
| Dallas,
Texas |
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