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I'll show you some of me, but not all…. What i am reading. Imagine you see me frustrated. … upset at something. You say, “Sir, I am here for you. If whipping me or fucking me would help I would enjoy that. Please allow me to help eliminate your frustration.”. I can see myself doing that. I might present myself a bit differently than that, but yes, it would be innate in me to do so. How would you present yourself? Once you touched me, I would lean against you and nuzzle up to you with my face. You are com...
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I'll show you some of me, but not all…. What i am reading. Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window). Click to email (Opens in new window). This entry was posted on January 10, 2010 by carolynn. It was filed under taste. Nice phrasing, Carrie… Joe. November 23, 2011 at 7:07 am. November 23, 2011 at 9:46 am. November 25, 2011 at 7:34 am. Thank you, very much. November 25, 2011 at 12:46 pm. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Please not...
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I'll show you some of me, but not all…. What i am reading. Bold red words across her belly told the reader that she was his. 8216;You are Mine,. A blur of green crossed her field of vision. She was no longer driving the car. Instead, she was holding on just waiting for it to stop, trying to make sense of what she saw out her windows. Terror hit her as she realized her car was careening toward oncoming traffic, and with a large jolt, to her relief the car stopped. Intubated at the scene, she was rushed to...
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He Is the Ocean | Open Window
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I'll show you some of me, but not all…. What i am reading. He Is the Ocean. I run to meet you. To splash in the warmth of you. To taste the salt of you. To immerse myself in your liquidity. With the tide you pull away from me. Only to return in the morning. Where I can play again. In your waves of torment. Drowning myself in your elusiveness. Knowing that it will never be mine. Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window). It was filed under love. Please...
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I'll show you some of me, but not all…. What i am reading. Sometimes, before I put the children to bed, I have to shew away the monsters under the bed or in the closet. As the boys get older, I have to do this less and less. They now know that monsters are not real. Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window). Click to email (Opens in new window). This entry was posted on December 7, 2008 by carolynn. It was filed under forboding. Enter your comment here.
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I'll show you some of me, but not all…. What i am reading. You undress me with your eyes. You’re allowed, I guess, since you’ve known me all along. I still tremble, ashamed of what I offer. My confusion caught in the disparity of our definitions of beauty. I avoid looking in the mirror as I step into the shower. You take every opportunity to gaze at my nude form. And though I shy away from your wanton stare,. Please know, you make me feel magnificent. Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window).
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I'll show you some of me, but not all…. What i am reading. There is no grave to visit, no ashes, no urn. The memories are of shared conversations and future hopes. Tangible evidence of what really was does not exist. The details of something sacred become hard to find as if covered with dirt and moss. Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window). Click to email (Opens in new window). This entry was posted on August 4, 2014 by carolynn. Please note that t...
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I'll show you some of me, but not all…. What i am reading. I think it is time to update this page, as there have been many changes since this was written. While this is a huge part of my life, we never know what the future holds for us. Some of these changes have been wonderful, some have not…and as with any life changing course, there has been a lot of pain, regret, and sorrow. I was able to walk away, and safely. I did not overdose on cocaine or speed or acid. I was not involved in a DUI incide...I fou...
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I'll show you some of me, but not all…. What i am reading. To taste your pleasures. Wrap your arms around me. When the moment is over. It will happen again. Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window). Click to email (Opens in new window). This entry was posted on June 26, 2014 by carolynn. It was filed under common. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public).