tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40219087674164594602024-02-20T09:40:53.517-08:00Marshmellow Softness & Rock Hard TaffyThis is a spot where it is safe to explore both simple and intricate aspects of loving another person. I embrace you to share yourself and your experiences in love. Please reference my book titled Marshmellow Softness &; Rock Hard Taffy. We will use as a primer for discussion. Email me to purchase.j mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697564980594873201noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021908767416459460.post-86564324102301324122012-09-16T19:42:00.001-07:002012-09-16T19:42:33.422-07:00Hail Punanyj mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697564980594873201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021908767416459460.post-3990615933309664242012-09-16T19:41:00.000-07:002012-09-16T19:41:23.875-07:00Hail Punany!<div style="color: #5e5140; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin: 0px;">
<span style="background-color: #ea9999;">When you see a listing for the Punany Poets in your area - hurry, grab a close friend or lover or mate and GO! GO! GO!</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #e06666;"><span style="background-color: #ea9999;">To see the show and become comforted in your sexual being and eroticized in your sexual spirit. And ENOY</span>.</span></h2>
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<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;"><span><big><tt><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><small><strong><u>Cancer of Love</u><br /><br />I went to
Ghettoville </strong></small></span></span></tt></big></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;"><span><big><tt><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><small><strong>Saw the Cancer of Love
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<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;"><span><big><tt><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><small><strong>She called my name and named my
shame </strong></small></span></span></tt></big></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;"><span><big><tt><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><small><strong>In a house of erotic
thrill<br /><br />My vows are wasted here
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<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;"><span><big><tt><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><small><strong>Fair is but a medieval circus
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<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;"><span><big><tt><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><small><strong>Compassion is not on the menu
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<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;"><span><big><tt><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><small><strong>The pimps can smell my
fear!<br /><br />The perfect purrrrrr of pussycat sap
</strong></small></span></span></tt></big></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;"><span><big><tt><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><small><strong>Unleash the tigress upon me
</strong></small></span></span></tt></big></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;"><span><big><tt><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><small><strong>Who could resist, the grind of a
feline </strong></small></span></span></tt></big></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;"><span><big><tt><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><small><strong>Bouncing upon on his
lap?<br /><br />Before I could think, wallet in my hand
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<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;"><span><big><tt><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><small><strong>Master charge me baby, while I
text my wife </strong></small></span></span></tt></big></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;"><span><big><tt><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><small><strong>“Hi babe, playing racket ball at
the club </strong></small></span></span></tt></big></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;"><span><big><tt><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><small><strong>Be an hour at most” the lies
began<br /><br />Don’t know how an hour became four
</strong></small></span></span></tt></big></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;"><span><big><tt><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><small><strong>Duty shredded by her claws
</strong></small></span></span></tt></big></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;"><span><big><tt><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><small><strong>If I am a trick, trick me again!
</strong></small></span></span></tt></big></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;"><span><big><tt><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><small><strong>The husband is understood by the
whore<br /><br />I come with cash for the dirtiest dancer
</strong></small></span></span></tt></big></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;"><span><big><tt><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><small><strong>And still there is bread on the
table </strong></small></span></span></tt></big></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;"><span><big><tt><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><small><strong>For, I am a man, not addicted to
love </strong></small></span></span></tt></big></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;"><span><big><tt><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><small><strong _yuid="yui_3_1_1_3_1347841439971262">But addicted to her cancer<br /><br />This much
I know is true </strong></small></span></span></tt></big></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;"><span><big><tt><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><small><strong>A wise man knows, he knows
nothing at all </strong></small></span></span></tt></big></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;"><span><big><tt><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><small><strong>Even when you are pimpin’ your
hardest </strong></small></span></span></tt></big></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;"><span style="font-size: 12px;"><big><tt><small><strong><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: small;">Someone is pimpin’ you</span><br /><br />-by
Jessica Holter, Punany Poets Founder</strong></small></tt></big></span></span></div>
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j mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697564980594873201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021908767416459460.post-27610487277924545462012-06-18T23:12:00.001-07:002012-06-18T23:12:35.843-07:00ROCK HARD TAFFY<h2>
Welcome Back</h2>
I am welcoming myself back to the blogging world. Many crises have occurred since I have last written in this space.<br />
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I have heard from many sources that God/dess will only allow the number of sorrows that can be handled.<br />
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Honestly, I beg to differ.</h4>
In our efforts to get close to another we let our guards down.<br />
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We begin to adore that person</div>
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Crave their company and touch</div>
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Think of them at odd moments</div>
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Create dreams including them</div>
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And always wish them well.</div>
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Whether child or adult, we love that someone and their welfare becomes our concern. We wish only good in their lives. Sometimes creating goodness.</div>
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Over the years of loving we become complacent and take for granted the phone call, the whispers, the jokes, the tears, the wholesomeness of giving and receiving love.</div>
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At age 49 my love of 30 years suddenly left this earth, congestive heart failure. And just at the point when we were planning his 50th birthday party. My goodness, life is not promised to us for always. But we live as if this is forever land. No apparent illness, healthy, still handsome (to me anyway), loving nature, expert at his job, and enjoying Mr. Rex (his other love, the dog). The grief spread across the nation as we gathered his friends and family.</div>
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A hard taffy to swallow. </h3>
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No need to explain to you the pain. One month later my dad passed. He was 82 years old. Touch and willing to travel to his Heaven. Eager to see his parents and friends who ha travelled the road before him.</div>
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I spent a week by his bedside at the Veterans Hospital and he seemed concerned about leaving me. Bright expressive eyes questioning my mood. A stroke ten years earlier left him without speech. I did my best to reassure my dad that it was OK to travel the road of hard taffy. With no choice, I let my dad go with promises of no pain by medical staff.</div>
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I would not forget nor stop loving him in our forever daughter and dad bond. And so the rock hard taffy had surfaced once again. I existed in a wretched stupor between the deaths of my love and my dad.</div>
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Finally I am able to feel again the marshmellow softness as the breeze of my love and my dad whisper that loving is a treasure that continues beyond death. And so I welcome myself back to the bitter and the sweet recognition of <u>Marshmellow Softness and Rock Hard Taffy.</u></div>
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</div>j mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697564980594873201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021908767416459460.post-22586078713177369372012-01-28T01:18:00.000-08:002012-01-28T01:18:33.161-08:00Be My ValentineOne Day For Love, Valentine's Day<br />
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You can find all these expressions of love in <u>Marshmellow Softness and Rock Hard Taffy.</u><br />
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With a birthday recently that puts my age closer to 60, the view of love is not as casual. Sure, it is still emotional but not as binding as before. Love is ageless, I think. I mean we can experience love at any point of our lives. Generally it seems we put on rose colored glasses that are sure to break with all that sunshiney glare of love.<br />
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Presented here are a few love poems that are examples of the contents of my above mentioned book. My granny said, love is what you make it, however I have come to experience love as a 2-way street. It takes the energy of more than one to be sustained. And in my wisdom I have learned that sometimes love is seasonal. And I can live with that while preparing for another love.<br />
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I humble myself<br />
before you<br />
laugh and cry<br />
and show you me<br />
without fear or shame.<br />
(comment - the ideal love is open and trusting)<br />
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Making Love<br />
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When we make love<br />
all time stops.<br />
There is no time,<br />
no day,<br />
no night,<br />
no in-between time.<br />
Colors sway, and blend into<br />
a whirliwig,<br />
when we make love.<br />
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When we make love<br />
there is a blur of arms and legs<br />
and fingers and toes<br />
and lips and tongues<br />
and kisses that unite,<br />
when we make love.<br />
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When we make love<br />
there is no you<br />
or me,<br />
one we become<br />
when we make love.<br />
(comment - describes the romance and fantasy of loving, sexual pleasure)<br />
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Say It<br />
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Say you love me,<br />
mean it now, for this moment,<br />
for moments passed<br />
without love<br />
for all the times<br />
I've ached inside<br />
to be in someone's arms.<br />
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Say you love me<br />
even it it's only<br />
when we make love<br />
(comment - the modern day answer confuses love with sexual desires)<br />
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Disjointed Thoughts<br />
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Loving you<br />
isn't always<br />
wonderful<br />
but I know<br />
our friendship<br />
will never let us part.<br />
Me loving you for what you are<br />
sometimes<br />
I wind up disappointed ...<br />
Loving you<br />
isn't always wonderful<br />
but<br />
there is no one else<br />
I would rather love.<br />
(comment - describes a seasoned, long term love)<br />
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AT almost 60 years of age, I remain open to the emotional charge generated by love. To that end I will read original poetry themed Romance at the Art Gallery located at 2140 W. Fulton on February 11th, Saturday in Chicago, IL. Program begins at 7:00pm. $20 donation to charity.<br />
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*All poems in this blog are (c) 20ll by Joyce Marie Jones and may be found <u> Marshmellow Softness and Rock Hard Taffy </u> via my website<br />
Amazon.com or your local bookstore.j mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697564980594873201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021908767416459460.post-28693095375983121732011-11-15T20:18:00.001-08:002011-11-15T20:42:47.540-08:00The Art of Sustained Happiness During these times of economic distress there is an atmosphere of "have not". Everyone seems to measure their own lack of with the "have not" of their neighbors. This doom and gloom attitude can permeate the spirit. We may forget about our fortunes and the good luck in our lives. <br />
Perhaps like hundreds of thousands we lost the house to balloon real estate tactics; yet, we have another place to stay, food on the table, healthy household members. For the moment those are our fortunes. And we can be happy with spare fortunes.<br />
Even though happiness is a word or emotion that culture taught us is fleeting. It comes and goes. Over the years I have found that happiness can be sustained. It is the outlook that is the key. When that warm, bubbly and exciting feeling comes we can capture it. Yes, capture the happy feeling, put in our minds, cherish it, don't let it slip away. Visualize the happiness and keep going back to the feeling again and again. As often as you like. Keep the happiness inside and watch the glow sustain you. Keep practicing and calling up happiness becomes a cinch. Plus you can add other happy moments for a string of recalled happiness.<br />
During this period of Thanksgiving, practice the art of sustained happiness. Be creative and teach someone how to keep their happiness. Share the techniques you develop and beware that happiness will envelope you.<br />
From my book <u>Marshmellow Softness and Rock Hard Taffy (c)2011</u><br />
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Untitled<br />
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There is a possibility<br />
that is as big as<br />
life itself.<br />
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A possibility that<br />
goes as far as<br />
the imagination.<br />
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A possibility that lifts and flies</div>
outward to merge with<br />
cosmic energy.<br />
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A possibility that<br />
declares<br />
two people<br />
such as you and I<br />
can reach a peak<br />
together<br />
and travel<br />
along a plane of<br />
sustained happiness.<br />
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May your sustained happiness carry you through the holiday. And may you come to say, that for which you are thankful and happy.<br />
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<a href="http://www.marshmellowsoftness.com/">www.marshmellowsoftness.com</a><br />j mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697564980594873201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021908767416459460.post-59949429378989737062011-10-22T00:27:00.000-07:002011-10-22T00:27:04.841-07:00GratitudeThis is National Breast Cancer Awareness Month. I have been wearing the pink ribbon on my blouse without thought. It comes automatically for me. In 1998 I lost my right breast to cancer. No tears , please.<br />
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At Provident Hospital I facilitated a group called The Gratitude Group for Breast Cancer. We met every Saturday for 5 years. Our goal was to give support to survivors on a regular basis. We found that once a month was not enough to address the issues of breast cancer. Experts from throughout Chicagoland joined us. We wanted the facts. We all wanted the healing. We wanted the emotional release. Eventually we expanded to include all cancers and opened our group to both men and families (children). I was supported and mentored by a city health worker, Mrs. Nadyne Griffin.<br />
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Our group was varied, consisting of wives, daughters, sisters, ministers, wealthy women, professional women, illiterate women, angry women and soft spoken women, women on welfare and working women, Christian women, Buddhist women, Muslim Women, Spiritualist Women, Straight and Gay women. We bonded with a commonality.<br />
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Many of us were healed. (The medical doctors say in remission.) For some the cancer re-occured and for some there was death. Through it all we learned to be grateful and to give thanks for our collective beauty.<br />
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I moved to Colorado and the group continued for another year.<br />
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In 2009 I returned to Chicago. April, 2011 marked the second surgery to remove my left breast. It was a different cancer that required a different set of drugs for treatment. I was angry but recalled the Gratitude Group. It was during the time of healing from the second cancer that I compiled marshmellowsoftness.com. A book of love poems spanning almost 30 years. <br />
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I am grateful to the ladies who attended the Gratitude Group for Breast Cancer. The lessons continue to surround and sustain me.<br />
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A simple mammogram could simply mean your life.j mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697564980594873201noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021908767416459460.post-642012726423238302011-10-06T23:17:00.000-07:002011-10-06T23:17:31.540-07:00Marshmellow Softness & Rock Hard TaffyIn the book Marshmellow Softness and ... the first poem Triumph mentions "both lean on the edge of anticipation as the romance unfolds" ((c)2011<br />
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In private communication a woman describes her attraction to another woman and the hesitation it involves - Take a peek at diary entries...<br />
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Joyce, what can I say, I'm addicted to dove, dark chock-a-lot. This beautiful chocolate woman is my new neighbor. I thought I would say hello new neighbor and was immediately intrigued by her look, so femmy and so masculine at the same time. Ohhhlaa<br />
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I told you I was addicted to insanity, I hear my neighbor slamming doors again. But what happens when a woman gets out of prison? You the Social Worker Joyce, tell me. Is there an issue with space? Every evening I come home from work and her door is open. As if inviting me to come in, to say hi, to visit.<br />
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You are right, nothing lasts forever, not even true love. I know I have been obsessed by women in the past but never one who has lived so close to me. I can see her, speak to her, smell her woodsy, flower essence perfume.<br />
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She asked me today to come and give her a massage. I was so excited. I was so uptight. Just 2 girlfriends caring for each other is what I told myself. But inside I was too excited. She kept her clothes on and I gave her a massage to relieve the tension of the day. My tensions had only begun. I wanted her to touch me in places my mama said were reserved for men only. Does she know how I feel or am I fooling myself once again.<br />
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I think she has me under a spell. She comes by my place evrery day just to ask me to go with her to her apartment. We play music and discuss books and slow dance holding each other tight. She never goes any further than I allow her to go and already I wonder if we have gone too far. I am addicted to her and she to me. She says she still loves the woman from prison days but I have never seen her. All my evenings, up until bedtime, is spent with her.<br />
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This satin doll is absolutely mesmerizing. I must admit, she knows how to weave a love spell. She has me caught and not even wiggling to be free.<br />
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She is a charmer, a real pimp-ess, a romantic woman at best. She knows what to say to keep me coming. She told me she could satisfy my need for women. She said she could turn me out and keep me at her side. Turn me out. How scary the thought to be turned out. What does that mean? How does it feel? How is it different from being with a man?<br />
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How long can I keep her interest? We kiss, waist up and she wants more but I insist it aint real loving just playing around above the waist. I guess all my religious training comes into play when it comes to women. I so want to be with one. I havent been with a man in 2 years. I just long for a woman, try to get close and then run away. Can she help me to stop running away. Where is the fear and where is the love? My neighbor wants to love me so bad, but why? Am I not deserving of the passion, more than just the thought?<br />
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IS THIS HOW WOMEN GET STARTED IN LOVE, THROUGH HESITATIONS, FEARS.???j mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697564980594873201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021908767416459460.post-28171335013524812662011-09-16T01:45:00.000-07:002011-09-16T01:45:43.868-07:00Love is like a Marshmellow Certainly we all have experienced the soft marshmellow affect of being in love. You all know the feeling I am describing. Everything is all hunky dorey and smiles and grins. Generally the world is alright. This honeymoon period may include walks on the beach or in the forest or down the street. It doesn't really matter where you walk, as long as you are together.<br />
This is a time when you abandon your friends. Hey, you dont mean to but friends can understand. You are getting to know someone who may be the future Ms, Mr, Mrs, Mz. It takes time to wait by the phone, plan all those communions in cafes, groom your hair to perfection and try all that new brite teeth stuff. It takes time to attempt a love connection.<br />
It appears that 7 out of 10 times there is no connection. But the love connection is so important that we keep trying. We say sorry to our friends and get back in the groove. Looking for love. Trying to find the divine right mate, the one and only.<br />
When I ponder all those times I was chomping on the marshmellow of love I wonder if. Sorry to say I cannot answer the what if question. I can fondly recall long kisses with one. Walking to the Dairy Queen nightly, with another. Scrabble games I always won. Domino games I always lost. Soft arguments and holding hands. And wishing on many stars that someone was the one.<br />
Though many of not the right one has come and gone. I enjoyed the process. Looked forward to the new discovery of one person to another. And even though sadness may have reigned after each one was not the one - I would not trade the experience. When love was like a marshmellow, I roasted the heck out of it.<br />
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