There is nothing like.......

... having someone to hold you, snuggle with you, cuddle you, spoon you...

mmmm the warm feel of their skin next to yours. and smelling the scent of passion's lust for each other from minutes before. laying on red silk sheets nude. As, hearts race as one. MMMMMM Nothing Like It
 
MMMM Nothing like it

MMMM looking into her radiant face as the first morning rays shine their light upon her. You hug her close with your leg and arm over drawing yourself into her for that sweet butterfly kiss on her soft as petals lips. Nothing like a sweet quiet morning just the two of us...no alarm clocks..and no racing for work..just quiet somber and peace. ......and you MyPurr
 
There is nothing like....

looking into his eyes...
and seeing your own feelings reflected there :heart:
 
seeing your own feelings reflected there

as they relfect back what is yours. that he has captured the look of you and you alone. As looks in the pools of you eyes a place where could remain for life. Feel there warmth that hold him dearly.
 
Re: seeing your own feelings reflected there

LustfulOne50 said:
as they relfect back what is yours. that he has captured the look of you and you alone. As looks in the pools of you eyes a place where could remain for life. Feel there warmth that hold him dearly.

beautiful..... :heart:
 
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Nothing like it

That moment you cross from friends to lovers. that moment when your juices mingle as one. That moment when there is no turning back. that moment when the next minute waits as one into future what ever it may bring. That perfect moment..Nothing like it.
 
Re: Nothing like it

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That moment you cross from friends to lovers. that moment when your juices mingle as one. That moment when there is no turning back. that moment when the next minute waits as one into future what ever it may bring. That perfect moment..Nothing like it.

Too, too true. :rose:
 
Re: Nothing like it

LustfulOne50 said:
That moment you cross from friends to lovers. that moment when your juices mingle as one. That moment when there is no turning back. that moment when the next minute waits as one into future what ever it may bring. That perfect moment..Nothing like it.

so very true........
 
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LustfulOne50 said:
Nothing like it setting down to the drawing board, just in comify clothes and a drink on the stand. Knowing each stroke had to be exact for theres no place for turning back. For india ink can be a friend it can lighten and darken, but a wrong drawen line means the end...So, you go the the board with a vision in mind that with two or three days of building in the mind. A stroke here a stroke there and another vision has found its home on another piece of paper board. Now you relax and take that last sip of brandy and smile and think now its complete.

Nowing someone else understands how The Muse works... been feeling something similar lately as my Writing Muse has working it's magic again. Having a scene in my head, bits and pieces of dialog, a glimpse of what the set will look like, the little smirk a character has... and then when the typing begins it all comes together, and the words flow like a torrent through my figners as I see EVERYTHING on the page, and it all clicks.
 
~ a whispered I love you, hearing the contentment and happiness in his voice. :heart:
 
Nice long ride on the stationary bike, favorite music blasting through the ear-phones, sweat pouring from your brow but your body still feels like it go one for another hour, then a long, hot shower, as the water flows over your skin.
 
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