Touch

Can you touch what you can't see ..
And what you can't see is me
And if you could where would it be, for eternity..
Would it be in the deep blue sea or hanging naked from the tree ....so what suites you???
What would you like todo...
This world is yours to imagine us together, in ecstacy.......

Love me

Desire me, love me want me....
Take me by the hand and show me the way to your heart, reach for me.

Trust me, lust for me...
Hold me tight against your chest,
I want to hear you say, my name, Kiss me.

Give it to me,
Undress me, tie me to a chair I surrender to thee. Hurt me.

Leave me, Cry for me,
Alone in the dark you sit infront of me, you are my  invisable man, listening to every movement I make, I open my eyes,
I thank you, for loving me
.

Lusting Once Again

Unwind me undress me.. come to me when I am asleep.. surprises me with your lips...

Put me in a trance .. profound my mind with such melody ....  that i will never understand...

whisper in my ear... tell me what u fear. 

I have no power I feel like a flower ready to open and welcome u into my life...

The lust in my eyes.... tell a story that only you can see ....  i am hungry for you .. i am lusting for you....tell me can u hear?

Unwind me......  feel me... take me.. I am ready.

I am lusting once again.....  

Allistair

Draining her blood, he bites again but this time harder, his sexually aroused by her sweet warm blood flowing in his body, He looks at her pale beauty face, how her blue eyes shine, with the eclipse of the moon. But he has no sympathy, he never does. He continues to bite harder and deeper until her sweet blood turns cold. By then he takes her, the body where it will never be found.
 

FairyTale

If all our wishes came true, would we be happy? If we were to be with the man of our dreams, would it be fulfilling?

Love is told in fairytale, a prince riding his horse, a shining amour racing in the woods, looking for his bride his princess. He saves her, kisses her and whisks her away with him on his horse to his palace. Where he marries her and they live happily ever after.

A dream that every women dreams of, but in our real world, there are no prince except the ones that are untouchable; everything is make believe for us to dream about, however we hope.

Hope another word that we live and fear of.

But not every relationship is demolished by pain and hurt, that we are drawn to dine with chocolate, whilst crying when we hear a love song, that makes perfect sense to what we are going through. It's all about finding our happy ending. Happiness.

Finding that certain person that makes us happy, that loves us just the way we are.

Is it all too much to ask for? Why do we need to play these games and wait for a man to ask us out? Wait for a man to approach us; why can’t we approach a man? why cant we have sex on the first date and keep seeing the same person after that, and maybe even marry the same guy we had sex with, on that first time we met?

Why dos everything have to be done with a chase? And every women has to be a good girl with a false appearance, pretending that she's not as aroused or even more then a man is. To have unfulfilled desires for more sex. Sex is it such a bad thing for us to like?, to want to do more? Do we have to really look after ourselves? And not sleep around? Be once more the virgin Marry, and lie by how many men with slept with just to seem like the girl next door. The one that is always good, helpful and only awaits after the second date to kiss the guy she has been fantasizing to kiss, before he even acknowledge her existence.

Its all men, not women, a man can have an erection a women can become wet slowly. Who made up that rule?

So many questions, but we all do the same thing, we never follow a rule except for our own, however we do it, it’s always the one that makes us happy for that moment. Even if its wrong and we know, we still do it as its what makes us happy. We could be listening to our friends or even strangers, reading books on how a women met a guy, how destiny brought them together, we have a belief for that to happen to us ‘the’ story. Where we could tell our children how mom and dad met, how magical it was; But reality checks on us again, it informs us that this will only happen to just a few. A few that we believe are the luckiest ones. We envy those  few, and wish to be apart of the few.

We read books on how to act, what to wear, what make up, what color shade, all this money spent, when we could just let ourselves go and be ourselves. They never mention that to us. They just keep messaging us, to move on, move to the next guy, there are other men, his just not that in to you. You deserve someone who will love u. But what if we want that certain guy, we want him not another guy, what if we don’t wish to believe that there is another one out there, what if we are getting old and we don’t want to keep searching and socializing to find him. We don’t wish to spend our time and money on seeing younger more beautiful girls attracting men, does that not bruise our ego? To think that we were once like that, now we are in a competition with these younger girls.

It seems so depressing to just think about it.

But its not. We all have a choice to what we choose and what we want. Being single is one of them. We can still play the field and do what we want and how we want to do so, without having to think twice if it’s right or wrong. We don’t need advice, the best advice is always given to us by ourselves. We just have to listen to it, act on it.

But we have to be careful on what we do, as we sometimes get hurt on the process of having too much fun.
Someone once told me, “don’t listen to the heart, listen to the head’ I replied “But I am women, this is what I do’ And its not our fault for doing so, not mine or any other women out there who does. It’s the way we are, it what we do. Maybe if a man carried a unborn baby for nine months and had every 30/31 days a period he would understand that too.

"Women are meant to be loved, not understood' Oscar Wilde 

Do men know what we want? If Oscar Wilde knew a small part of what we are, does every writer, psychologist and philosopher know what we really want? Are men aware of what we like? If they had known, how different would it be?

They assume that they know, even in bed, They make us feel good, they pay attention to our needs. Do some know that we are the best actresses in bed, that not all they do is what we really want. But I question this, to belief that they make us feel good, so they have the last attention, leave the best to last, which is them.
When has anyone ever heard of a women finishing first in bed? (Not that its an aware), Even in porn or in movies you would never see a man ejaculate  first, and then a women.

Do men know that we are not the same? That yes we all have two breast and a vagina, and our bodies may seem different but we are not the same, we have our own personality and our own likes, do’s and don’s. That we cannot be compared to the ex or the girl they slept with two nights ago. Maybe that's the problem that we don’t seem any less then what we are.

What if Cinderella had slept with the prince on the night they danced away, before midnight, if they had, would he still be looking for her, holding the glass slipper, announcing, he wanted to search for the women he made love too?  Would that still end in a happy ever after?