Nothing Left to Give
I am who I am
He takes and takes, I give and give
I dwindle down to nothing
He knows I can only give so much
before I break and crumble
He cares not for me
for if he did he would try to give
I gave him my heart and he tore it apart
I gave him my love but he turned it away
He told me he no longer had a place for it to stay
I gave him my soul that he just turned cold
He said we would be together for eternity
Now we are over, what have you done
Leaving me blinded, with just thoughts of you
I must go on, to someone new
Hoping you will never come back
For I will not know what to do
I wanted to be with you but
I Have Nothing Left to Give

She puts on her gloves and dresses for Him
knowing how much it will please Him so
she rushes to change before He comes home
wanting to be kneeling when he walks in......

Lick it..taste it..want it...

From the depths of my soul I give you all I have, my one true love.  

Your mouth will come next and tease your hard nipple. It is yours my love, taste me. 

Here I am, yours to take. My trust in you is unlimited.  

Seal my fate...with your wax, Sir. 

Love's Work

Perfection 

Beauty 

~My place of tranquility and of remoteness~noone can find me, lost to all in my moment in time ~Laying on the grass with a blanket, thoughts of love and life passing me by ~Popping a purple grape into my mouth and hearing it crunch under my teeth ~Watching all the beauty that surrounds me, taking it all in ~ Hearing the sounds of nature, closing my eyes, feeling the breeze sweep over me
~Hearing the rushing water as I stand up to walk to the edge

~Dipping my toes in the water, wishing He was here with me

~Thoughts of us making love under the waterfall once again

~Feeling him consume me simply by thoughts

~My heart opens up to him, I love him dearly

~Seeing my reflection in the water

~ the love and passion in my eyes

~Knowing its only for Him, the only man in my life

~Wading out into the cool water

~Feeling it swirl around me

~I close my eyes and dive in

~My thoughts only of love and happiness

~ I love you, I always have, I always will

Dirty Dancing : Dance Off Clip I will find my Patrick Swayze! Take a look at watch the best part of the movie (besides the smut) ::sniffle:::

Thursday night I saw not one but two shooting stars as I sat outside thinking..contemplating..Never in my life have I seen two in one night..and to make my weekend even better, on saturday night I saw one as well..the beautiful trail it leaves across the sky.. the wishes I made, the hopes of them coming true, the shivers i felt while thinking of you, the thought of your touch as i lay looking at the stars, needing to feel your strong arms wrapped around me, holding me tight, letting me know everything is going to be alright. wanting to feel your kisses trailing down my face, your lips skimming down to the side of my neck, your hands gently brushing up and down my arms, the whisper of your voice telling me you love me. the heat of your breathe slipping down to my cleavage as it moves to take my nipple in your mouth...my bodies aches in delight for your touch..dont make it ache any longer my love...

There is something that sets me aside from most woman. Something that I have yet come to understand and that is how and why woman feel that they need a man. I am almost 29 years old..yes I know I am getting up there. lol I use to get approached with questions from family mostly (and friends) why dont you have a boyfriend? then as the years went by and I dated here and there the questions progressed to "when are you getting married?" "when are you having kids?".. gosh I love my family! And here I am thinking..wwooohooo slow down! I am only 2o something. Here's the thing... A man is not going to get me through college (his money might but help, I have my own) nor is a man going to get me a job, so why would I want to go man-hunting instead of job hunting? I want to succeed in life as a woman, a business woman first then as a wife and mother. I have goals, aspirations, ambition and determination and its not to be bare-foot and pregnant at home. Don't get me wrong I do want a man, but the key word is want, not need. I do want children, 3 at most and a wonderful man to complete me. But I am still baffled of how most woman I know, including some family members can not be single. They jump from one man to the other because they can not be alone. I know I may come off harsh most of the time and have trust issues..but there is a softer side. I am posting an email from a friend of mine, names will be bleeped out, but it made me cry..yes I cried.. He is my guardian angel..A man who I owe much of my sanity to. Words can not describe what he has been for me except for my Guardian Angel, his words never cease to amaze me, he is one of the wisest men I know. I know you will see what I see as you read his words to me.
My Darling Lady ****,

It may not be the manly thing to do, but I'll admit your response made me cry. So many times you have lifted my soul in times of despair and lost hope, so many times your arms surrounded me when I needed them - and yet you thank ME.

Your note reached me on a day when I questioned everything about myself - my value as a person, my employability, the meager talents I possess, my incredible ability to be the most obtuse at the absolutely worst time. Your words were a lifeline that I read over and over as the day progressed - and slowly allowed them to sink in until I had the strength to lift my own eyes from the dark abyss of the present to the brighter horizon. Thank you, my friend. Please never doubt the power of your own words to reach inside someone and make them feel and see and experience and believe things they did not know were there, or possible for them to see.

****, from our first words and until my dying breath I have and will tell you only the truth. And nothing has or will be more true than the truth of the beauty of you - of face and body of course, but more importantly of mind and heart and soul. I know you guard your heart and I understand the reason, but you have granted me the privilege of seeing deep inside it, and its beauty is also apparent to any who will take the time to read your journal.

Never doubt that you deserve happiness****. Never doubt that you deserve love. And if my role in your life is truly to be your Guardian Angel (a role I gladly accept with humility, honor and respect), then know that I will always be here to help you understand that. I have encountered many in my life **** - known some better than others, liked some, disliked others, was largely ambivalent about most and loved but a handful. But in honesty I can say that few measure up to you in beauty and potential and sheer will. I have been honored by your trust to know the struggles you've endured in life, yet you always manage to rise above the fray - strong and determined and focused in the end, your jaw set firmly but still with a twinkle in your eye if one knows how and where to look for it. I know it is exhausting to you to continually feel that you swim upstream, yet I remind you to look back over the obstacles you've overcome, the mountains you've conquered when lesser souls turned back - and then I ask you to look to the future, not with trepidation, but with hope. I know you have not yet achieved what you wish from life, that you still feel 'behind' based on society's arbitrary timelines, but again I remind you of what you've already accomplished to reach this point and that the challenges you face and will face are actually far less daunting than most of those you've already overcome. And then I remind you that you are still young and beautiful and vital. My own life - and those of most I know - did not truly settle until my 30's and that was perhaps my happiest decade - and others find their stride even later. You may be weary, but your life DOES lie before you, my friend. Seize it and make it your own in the same way that you take simple words without meaning and craft poems that reach inside your readers and make them truly feel.

You honor me with your words and with your presence in my life. If my own words help you to see beyond the present and instead to see the bright horizon, then know that they are only my way of saying thank you - and to give back to you for the great honor and privilege of holding and protecting a tiny part of your heart deep within my own. Come to me for help and support and strength, **** - know that you will always find them in my arms and in my heart. Know that you always will.

Thank you my dear friend. I wish you peace.

Till soon,

Your adoring Angel,

To have a man touch me as so..To have a man treasure and love me.. To dream of such an event..

Nickelback : 'Photograph' Ok..so I was cleaning my apartment tonite when i heard this song, and then had to play it over and over again. I then got overwhelmed by the urge to look at past photos and laugh and cry..high school was...a challenge. I learned then that most people werent nice (went to a catholic school for 9 years then public high school) I was not prepared for the experience. I was more or less sheltered by nice people most of my life. The top right five are from kindergarten to my senior ball. The top left is growing up at my house in between, so are the bottom. Many phases, many years, many experiences..I learned that life ends, love dies. Your first kiss happens, then you think your first break up will end your life (so painful then so funny now) Grass fights with friends and siblings rocks...also the many games..red rover, hope to see the ghost tonight, hide and seek, tv tag, kiss and catch..those horrid ghost stories by the camp fire melting smores and knowing that the scariest thing in life was those ghosts. Being a virgin through high school and a "slut" at the same time..very comical. I learned how to defend myself in a proper lady like way and how to punch and step into it..lol That the school is full of backstabbers, the sluts were the cheerleaders, I was a jock ... track, indoor track, soccer, basketball, cross country... You realize the dangers of men, of what they greedily take.. Of how friends can be taken away from you in the blink of an eye forever, and your boyfriend, how you try to find answers at the bottom of a bottle and blame God for mistakes humans make. How well I know that. How I was the only girl in my class going on religious retreats through high school, while the others were partying and drinking...well there were those summer 4th of July parties...*chuckle* But still mostly innocent..no spin the bottle..although something along the name of Doctor? is that why I have such an aversion to them? haha Ok. so what else did i learn..oh that i chose to live on my own instead of my scholarships to college.. hey i was 17!

All that matters is here..in the heart and soul...

"If I Ain't Got You"ByAlicia Keys

Looking into the depths of his eyes, trying to find the truth,the way..the light...the distance gets further, the voices quieter, the darkness seeps in and takes hold of me, not wanting to let me go. reaching up to grab hold of something, anything to help..reaching into darkness..seeping in deeper..

"Broken - Featuring Amy Lee"BySeether


"Never There"ByStrata

The words touch me, the lyrics run deep, where was he when I needed him most, where were his comforting supporting arms, he said he would always be there for me, where was his love he promised would always he there..yet here I sit all alone, once again, just an emptiness consuming me, knowing if I call he will not be there, only being able to trust myself..my eyes close, the phone drops, the tears fall, the helplessness overtaking me, wanting to feel a comfortable numbness..needing to feel nothing, aching to close it up again under lock and key never to be opened again. knowing that all i ever wanted was his strong arms protecting me and truth in his words. he disappears into the night without a trace, coming to light at his convenience, expecting me to be there for him strong and untouched. knowing that anymore will lead him to breaking me. needing to find the strength within myself to move on and forget him, knowing he isnt good for me. he knows just how to play me, how to make me think we are one, close, in love, joined..then to get lost again in the shadows, leaving me to fend off the beasts alone.

Bleeding Hearts...........

Give Yourself to Me

I lay in bed, wishing you were here with me. I hear you in the bathroom. Eyes closed. I hear you turn on the water for the shower. I can picture you, in my minds eye, naked, reaching to adjust the water temperature. I feel desire rise in my belly. I climb out of bed, pulling my nightie up over my head, as I cross to the bathroom door. I can see you through the partially open door, as you step in under the water. I love to watch you, the way you move, and the way your muscles move, under your skin. You haven't noticed me yet. Naked, I watch you through the shower door, your head back, eyes closed as you let the spray rain down over your head. I quietly open the door and slip inside and close the door, but you sense me and you bring your head down opening your eyes. I smile up at you as I reach for you. The slow grin on your face tells me you welcome me, as you open your arms to me. My hands slide smoothly up your chest as I step into your arms, right up on my toes, for a kiss. The warm water runs over us. Your lips so soft, wet and hot cover my own, and I am yours. My body molds against yours. I feel your hardness against the softness of my belly and my heart skips a beat. You arouse me so easily. Your hands smooth down my back to under my backside, to grip me there, lifting me up higher and tighter against you. I moan into your mouth and I feel you smile. You know exactly, the effect you have on my senses. You overwhelm me; you flood my senses with lust and desire. You set fire to my blood, and you know it very well. Releasing my lips you begin to kiss my throat, continuing down to my breast, lifting me up like a child, I wrap my legs around your waist. Your lips close around my breast. My hands grip your shoulders, and I watch your mouth on me. I feel your tongue as it finds my nipple, then I feel you begin to suckle, and I moan. You release one breast only to capture the other in your wonderfully talented mouth. I can feel that sensation that pulls from my breast to my core. I can feel that melting sensation there, that tells me my body is preparing for you. I feel the ache, so sweet. I feel your hardness move up and down against my bottom. You release my breast and pull back to look down at me. You growl deep in your throat and step forward till my back touches the cold tile wall. You lower me to my feet and bend to kiss my breast, lowering to your knees, you then kiss my belly. My breathing is loud to my own ears, knowing what you want. You run your hands up my thighs, sliding to the inside, then sliding upward, pressing my thighs open. You kiss low on my belly, just above my mound. Lifting one leg up, draping it over your shoulder. You can feel my belly quiver, and say. "Do you want me to kiss you here?" Your lips graze my mound. "Or maybe, here" Your lips graze my outer lips. I whisper, "Yes… there". Your fingers slide through as you stroke and kiss, saying "Do you want me to touch you?" I moan "Yes, please, touch me." I feel your fingers slide inside me. You feel me flood your hand. You murmur," I must taste you, Sweet." You sip at me with a kiss where you know my little bud is hiding. Then you let your tongue slide through. I grip your head in my hands as my body pulses with need. You lick and kiss and lick some more, using your fingers to spread my lips. Your tongue is tracing the inside of my lips, and then dips deep into my center. My hips begin to rock forward and back. You press my hood up and you lick my swollen little bud. I shiver and moan your name. With this you press your face deep and suck. You slide 2 fingers inside me and you search for what you know is ready for you. My whole body begins to shake as I thrust my hips up. I cry out and hold on tightly as the spasms wrack my body. You stroke me a little more and then you stand. You keep one hand on my mound, pressing, you just hold me there, letting my tremors subside. My hands find your hips and your thighs. I tell you "I love the feel of you" and I take your core in my hands….feeling you throb for me. You let me stroke you for only a minute or two before you tell me to turn around. "Place your hands on the wall for me" you tell me. I turn around and face the wall… placing my hands on the tile, where you indicate. You slide your hands from my shoulders, down my back to my hips. Then your hands slide down the back of my thighs and between my knees pressing them apart. You say "like this". Your hands come up under me and stroke me intimately, and I separate my legs further. You stroke me a little longer and I find it difficult to remain standing as the tremors begin anew. Then you reach around my hip and your fingers stroke between the folds there as you place yourself at my entrance. The anticipation is so sweet. I arch my back as you slide inside me. Filling me, so completely, in one strong stroke. Your fingers find my sweet spot and I feel that sweet pressure building inside me. My belly quivers. My insides clench around you. My breathing accelerates and I cry out in a broken moan. You wrap one arm around my waist and pull me closer to you as I brace myself against the wall. I cry out again …. And again…….
As my body calms, you whisper promises of more to come and I can still feel you hard and strong inside me………You slowly release yourself from my body, turning me around to face you. You pull my arms up to encircle your neck and you bend to kiss my mouth. Between kisses you murmur, "wash me" So I do…soaping every inch of you. As I reach that hard and engorged part of you….I soap with extra special attention, up and down you shaft, gliding…then turning you a little to rinse. I lower myself to my knees as I turn you to block the shower spray. Taking you into my hands, I lick, up and down, and you moan low in your throat. I love that sound. I take you fully into my mouth, and I suck you deeply. You grab my arms and say "No, Sweet…not like that" pulling me up to my feet. Kissing my mouth, once more, you turn and turn off the shower. You reach your arms around me, down my back and under my behind and again pick me up to wrap my legs around your waist. You step out of the shower and sit me on the counter, by the sink, and ask me quietly "Are you ready for me, Sweet?" I softly reply "Yes please" and as quickly as that I feel you…….sliding deep….hard and thick…filling me…bringing a moan from my throat. You speak low and deep "Tell me how it feels, Sweet." Your hands grip my hips and you pull back, till you are almost gone….you pause….and plunge hard and deep…and I moan….then breathlessly answer "Full, good…you rub… just… the right spot….intense…" again and again you torment me as I ride the edge of insanity….then after an exquisite eternity, you say "look at me" my eyes lock with yours. You bring your hands under my thighs to under my knees and lift them up over your shoulders. The angle and mood change together. You move more deeply, if possible, more intensely. Your eyes darken with the intensity and you bring your hands up to my breasts. You take each nipple between your fingers and, almost cruely squeeze and twist. I feel the pull… the heat builds. I hoarsely whisper "Harder now, please" you drive yourself deep…again and again. I move my own fingers to touch that place that craves attention….and rub… You say " Yes, I like that…" I rub, you stroke, and the pressure rises once again. I am crying your name as I shudder with release….and this time you are with me, shuddering and groaning with my name on your lips. I feel you give something of yourself to me……… By Dee