A Silly Old Romantic...

[69forever]

YEAHHHHHHHHHHH WOOO WHOOO she is HOME and all will be well with the world!! hugs and kisses for them all from ME!! please

That is such wonderful news...and I know what a load off your mind it is Hon.

Hi Baby, home from work and taking care of business. Felt your presense throughout the night, and I would stop in my tracks and feel your heart in mine. It warmed my soul and made me smile, knowing my love was thinking of me.

Counting the hours Baby. I love you!

 

[Feistyred16]

I have always loved this song~ I am glad you posted it

I love it too!...Garth does a fine job singing it as well!

 

[Feistyred16]

Feistyred16,

I's love to teach you to dance, I hope I remember how. I see you have lots to dance about.. Visitors, son getting engaged... WOW what a day.. Congrats..


Kurt

Thank you sweet man, yes, things were pretty wonderful here last night.....

Now about that dance.....

 

[Feistyred16]

Hey Feisty, congratulations, you've had a hell of a day. That is so cool. Hugs and kisses!!!

Thanks 69...How many days is it????lol

 

[tonitits]

Good morning Romantics, hope you have a great HUMP day!

Hugs and kisses.

 

[tonitits]

Home Heat
By: Rena Gibson

Stormy nights of cold

Cuddling close to the fire

Feeling safe and warm

 

[tonitits]

' I Surrender '
By: maggie signaigo

I think she never knew my pain
or the obstacles in my life
my secret storm...my personal rain
my failures and my strife
we shared so much...or so I thought
I know I spilled my feelings
countless times my urge I fought
to maybe be less revealing
and open...so there would always be
something to share later
when we met...and let our hearts agree
to our desires we would cater

she did know of my affliction
but I hid that too at first
she thought my existence fiction
when I failed to quench her thirst
for tangible love...I always knew
I'd have to change...to compromise
someday consent to a rendezvous
and appease her numerous tries
to make me see...to be enlightened
receptive to her many offerings
to meet...I said someday I might and
have some lunch and other things

I have this fear of social interaction
so I hide behind this screen
and settle for the satisfaction
of loving someone I've never seen
I know it takes a lot of patience
and certainly tests one's trust
to waste the many ideal occasions
to bring fruition to our lust
it's too much I guess to understand
the reasons I choose to stay at home
and hold my cards or fold my hand
and surrender to my 'syndrome'

About this poem:
the tourette's thing again and my regret that i did not let a special girl into my life...when i had the chance

 

[tonitits]

A Love, A Pink Rose
By: Dale L. Neill

I don't remember when Mother wasn't tending to her garden and her flowers.
There was daises, petunias and many other kind to spend her hours.
But there was roses and roses and more roses scattered all over the place.
There was one rose that was very special and she gave it a lot of space.
I often ask her why it was so special, I will tell some day I think.
That rose bush had many huge blossoms and their color was a very delicate pink.
Sometime later Mother became sick; sitting by her bed and holding her hand.
I'll tell you about that rose bush and I hope that you will understand.
When I was very young a handsome neighbor boy and I was so much in love.
We was always together and we felt that it was a blessing from above.
Our wedding day was already planned but it wasn't until several months away.
He would bring a pink rose blossom for me to have almost every day.
He was drafted to fight world war two, I was very sad to see him go away.
Later our little daughter was born and her name
Cynthia May.
Mother that is my name; yes it is and your Father would be very proud of you.
That rose bush is in memory of your Father and only a pink would do.

 

[Kurt_C]

wow Toni,, you are in the mood today..


Kurt

 

[tonitits]

wow Toni,, you are in the mood today..


Kurt

yeah I guess I am!

 

[tonitits]

Woman
By: sarah quinn

I watch the light dance in different formations, the light that colors her flesh a lighter tone, and I feel a storm brew intensely inside my body, and all I can do is breathe. She is beauty in its purest essence and I am taken back by the grace of privilege that I have been granted. I ache for her when she is out of presence and I am introduced to feelings that have yet to be matched. When we kiss, my heart stir twists and I want to kiss her for as long as the days turn into nights… and as long as the stars fall in their cosmic timing. I can’t describe the decedent taste that caresses my tongue when our mouths become one and juices hydrate each other’s cravings, and I can’t describe that feeling, that tingling I get in such an amazing rush every time she looks into my eyes as if she is reading my soul and learning my balance. I shudder with chilling goodness when she touches my waiting body, and when the warmth of her mouth equalizes the shiver. I want to explode from the inside and be in her essence for as long as time will allow. I had told myself that I would keep this thing… this interaction… this sharing… fresh and light… that I wouldn’t allow myself to open up those doors you’re not supposed to open until the right time and show my vulnerabilities, and show signs of weakness, but when you find someone that defines and perpetually glows the image that you want to centerpiece your lifestyle with, those internal promises seem to fly out the window along with the inhibitions and caution. Intelligence and logic does not seem to fit into an emotional reality and one is left to figure out the balance that will climax their bliss while at the same time protect them from pain. Where is that invisible line that sketches the difference between the two? Granted this woman, this creature that I can’t stop myself from feeling these depths for, is not food, nor water, nor air or any other necessity, she does however paint pictures with colors that I didn’t know was existent and sing songs in octaves my ears had never before had the privilege to experience. I take this one breath at a time… every second as a new moment. There was a birth the moment that we looked at each other with that different look… that look of interest and desire. Something was created inside of me so big that I feel hesitant to bring it into the daytime of consciousness. Hell, even hesitant to bring it into the daytime of my conscious. New land, new water, new everything. Everything tastes different, everything smells different, the air is weighted differently, but I thrive in the hidden beauty of what lies in the mystery. One person… one person can completely change the text in the books that we abide by, and stir such a profound perspective that lives are enriched by their existence and wisdom. Damn… this girl… this…. Woman…. this being… damn. (shaking of the head) (closing of eyes) (contacted bliss).

 

[tonitits]

Interlude
By: Luster Lewis

Good night sweet love,
Well rest thee there,
On pillows soft,
Thy image fair.

Sleep well a while,
As I too rest,
While time and space
Doth our love test.

 

[69forever]

Thanks 69...How many days is it????lol

Hi Feisty...it's 5 days, 7hrs and 42 minutes. But who's counting? I'm walking on air Hon...

 

[Kurt_C]

For those romantics that love chocolate


Sex and Chocolate


deep chocolate covered kisses in the bath
hungry heart and mouth ready to begin again
comfort food for the soul, sex and chocolate

writing love poems on your hot flushed skin
mouth warmed chocolate rolls upon the tongue
songs from my heart written on sandy shore

freed to dance, swept up in a primal tidal flow
deep chocolate covered kisses in the bath
I smile at you, lick you clean and beg for more

burning bright, I whisper and croon the words
sweet songs My heart wrote for your ear alone
hungry heart and mouth ready to begin again

deep chocolate covered kisses in the bath
freed to dance, swept up in a primal tidal flow
sex and chocolate, comfort food for the soul


W. I. Boucher December 2, 2002

 

[The_Dragon_Tamer]

AN AUTUMN NIGHTDREAM

This first night of Autumn
happily I celebrate it, by
dressing up in a sheer gown
of shimmering satin moonlight
and dressing down
my underneath and feet
to flesh bare.

Waves of hair coil down
my shoulders highlighted in gold
by the day's warm sun
on this September twenty-third.

I walk through a desert forest now
kicking early fallen leaves
of late-summer-dark-green.
Too early for Autumn-famous colors
of red, orange, burgandy,
yellow or peach.

I sit by calm Taurus-blue waters
swing and dangle my feet
ripples embracing
reflecting in sultry-silver
from the fullest of moons.
And of you, I dream
under shafts of moonlight
reaching and seeping through trees
in water, waiting

waiting for your arrival
to celebrate this first night
of Autumn with me

waiting for you
to tie me up
in silk seduction
with untied desires
bursting before us
wanting your passionate fire

waiting for you
to lay me down
with ernest eyes
an honest heart
with hands of velvet
wanting your strong to rise

to meet my softness
outside and inside
in full acceptance
and no longer waiting
will be you and I

and if you wish let us meet
even beyond this first Autumn night
and again after flesh meets flesh
we can take a swim after midnight.



by Sharon McElroy

 

[PassionsFlame]

Oh Hell!....I'm really feeling sooooo old tonight!...

My baby boy just got engaged tonight..
Damn the ring is bigger then mine! lol

Feisty, I am happy for you and your family

 

[KnightWing]

Feisty,,, glad to hear that everyone is home and doing fine. That is great news.

And your gaining another daughter!!! Also cool. Congrats.

((( size doesn't matter!)))

 

[Feistyred16]

Feisty,,, glad to hear that everyone is home and doing fine. That is great news.

And your gaining another daughter!!! Also cool. Congrats.

((( size doesn't matter!)))

You know something KW darlin'...you are soooooo right about that one!

 

[Feistyred16]

Feisty, I am happy for you and your family

Thank you Passion....things are going well here

 

[PassionsFlame]

Someone told me they were listening to Jeff Foxworthy (my redneck male friend ) and he said "it's not the size of the ship, but the motion of the ocean.....

but it's a long way to England!"

 

[Arden]

Shining On To Forever

The dawn approaches.
The light of a million years and an hour
Spreads its warming glow across the sky;
The world breaks out in rebirth and renewal,
An infinite plane subsumed by fire.

The sun rides high.
The warmth and glory beats down upon me,
Bathing me in entirely too much light;
Shadows writhe and flee from its rays,
A golden storm of liquid effervescence.

The sinking brilliance.
The darkness begins to reclaim its own,
Advancing in the wake of the retreating splendour;
The last tired remnants of a light burning out
Withdraw quietly over the distant mountains.

The infinite blackness.
In this maze of delicate shadows
Only the silence can retain its dark throne;
All the scattered pieces of a vain remembrance
Make themselves plain to the observant emptiness.

The fading moment.
We sit here, the two of us, gazing contentedly,
On the crest of a green, flowered hillock;
You smile at me, and the day is complete.
The passage of time goes unheeded.

Brandon Sumner

 

[GoddessOfSouls]

Not A Poem, Not a Song, Just a story

I read this before and it always touches me.. somehow it isnt romantic but only a real heart sees it as it should be enjoy!

Heart Test

As she stood in front of her 5th grade class on the very first day of
school, she told the children an untruth. Like most teachers, she looked
at her students and said that she loved them all the same. However, that
was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat, was a
little boy named Teddy Stoddard.

Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he did
not play well with the other children, that his clothes were messy and
that he constantly needed a bath. In addition, Teddy could be unpleasant.

It got to the point where Mrs. Thompson would actually take delight in
marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X's and then putting
a big F at the top of his papers.

At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each
child's past records and she put Teddy's off until last. However, when she
reviewed his file, she was in for a surprise.

Teddy's first grade teacher wrote, Teddy is a bright child with a ready
laugh. He does his work neatly and has good manners... he is a joy to be
around.

His second grade teacher wrote, Teddy is an excellent student, well liked
by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal
illness and life at home must be a struggle.

His third grade teacher wrote, His mother's death has been hard on him. He
tries to do his best, but his father doesn't show much interest and his
home life will soon affect him if some steps aren't taken.

Teddy's fourth grade teacher wrote, Teddy is withdrawn and doesn't show
much interest in school. He doesn't have many friends and he sometimes
sleeps in class.

By now, Mrs. Thompson realized the problem and she was ashamed of herself.
She felt even worse when her students brought her Christmas presents,
wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for Teddy's. His
present was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper that he got from a
grocery bag Mrs. Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the other
presents. Some of the children started to laugh when she found a
rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing, and a bottle that was
one-quarter full of perfume. But she stifled the children's laughter when
she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some
of the perfume on her wrist. Teddy Stoddard stayed after school that day
just long enough to say, Mrs. Thompson, today you smelled just like my Mom
used to. After the children left, she cried for at least an hour.

On that very day, she quit teaching reading, writing and arithmetic.
Instead, she began to teach children. Mrs. Thompson paid particular
attention to Teddy. As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive.
The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded. By the end of the
year, Teddy had become one of the smartest children in the class and,
despite her lie that she would love all the children the same, Teddy
became one of her teacher's pets.

A year later, she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling her
that she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life.

Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy. He then wrote
that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still
the best teacher he ever had in life.

Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things
had been tough at times, he'd stayed in school, had stuck with it, and
would soon graduate from college with the highest of honors. He assured
Mrs. Thompson that she was still the best and favorite teacher he had ever
had in his whole life.

Then four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time he
explained that after he got his bachelor's degree, he decided to go a
little further. The letter explained that she was still the best and
favorite teacher he ever had. But now his name was a little longer.... The
letter was signed, Theodore F. Stoddard, MD.

The story does not end there. You see, there was yet another letter that
spring. Teddy said he had met this girl and was going to be married. He
explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was
wondering if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit at the wedding in the place
that was usually reserved for the mother of the groom.

Of course, Mrs. Thompson did. And guess what? She wore that bracelet, the
one with several rhinestones missing. Moreover, she made sure she was
wearing the perfume that Teddy remembered his mother wearing on their last
Christmas together.

They hugged each other, and Dr. Stoddard whispered in Mrs. Thompson's ear,
Thank you Mrs. Thompson for believing in me. Thank you so much for making
me feel important and showing me that I could make a difference.

Mrs. Thompson, with tears in her eyes, whispered back. She said, Teddy,
you have it all wrong. You were the one who taught me that I could make a
difference. I didn't know how to teach until I met you.

(For you that don't know, Teddy Stoddard is the Dr. at Iowa Methodist in
Des Moines that has the Stoddard Cancer Wing.)

 

[PassionsFlame]

I have a few tears on my cheeks, but love in my heart. Thank you for that Goddess.

 

[Soron]

OH MY LOVE
(John Lennon)

Oh my love for the first time in my life
My eyes are wide open
Oh my lover for the first time in my life
My eyes can see
I see the wind, oh I see the trees
Everything is clear in my heart
I see the clouds, oh I see the sky
Everything is clear in our world
Oh my love for the first time in my life
My mind is wide open
Oh my lover for the first time in my life
My mind can feel
I feel sorrow, oh I feel dreams
Everything is clear in my heart
Everything is clear in our world
I feel life, oh I feel love

 

[Kurt_C]

Hello everyone,

Just dropping in to say good night to all the romantic souls

Kurt