1. i've discovered that the best nuzzle spot in the world resides on either side of your face, in your beard/ear/neck region.
2. your innate smell has the power to stop me dead in my tracks - instantly turning me on, and soothing and comforting me all at the same time.
3. you take the time to explore the hard questions. and are not afraid of the answers.
4. you take pleasure in all the details of life.
5. your mind fascinates me! you are a complex mix of art, science, humanity, intuition, zen... a neverending source of amazement.
6. you see right into my soul and i no longer have any reasons to hide.
7. you give me the love and interconnectedness that i have beeing searching for my entire life.
8. you offer me the entire world and encourage/challenge me to dream and stretch my self-imposed limits of mind/body/soul.
9. you care to indulge in the luxuries of life...
10. you seek to know me in the ways that no one else has ever known me.
You are my all-time favorite everything - lover, best friend, partner in crime - partner in life!
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Monday, November 7, 2011
Thursday, October 13, 2011
DeniseDuhamel//Kinky
They decide to exchange heads.
Barbie squeezes the small opening under her chin
over Ken's bulging neck socket. His wide jaw line jostles
atop his girlfriend's body, loosely,
like one of those novelty dogs
destined to gaze from the back of windows of cars.
The two dolls chase each other aroun the orange Country Camper
unsure what they'll do when they're within touching distance.
Ken wants to feel Barbie's toes between his lips,
take off one of her legs and force his whole arm inside her.
With only the vaguest suggestion of genitals,
all the alluring qualities they possess as fashion dolls,
up until now, have done neither of them much good.
But suddenly Barbie is excited looking at her own body
under the weight of Ken's face. He is part circus freak,
part thwarted hermaphrodite. And she is imagining
she is somebody else - maybe somebody middle class and ordinary,
maybe another teenage model being caught in a scandal.
The night had begun with Barbie getting angry
at finding Ken's blow up doll, folded and stuffed
under the coush. He was defensive and ashamed, especially about
not having the breath to inflate her. But after a round
of pretend-tears, Barbie and Ken vowed to try
to make their relationship work. WIth their good memories
as sustaining as good food, they listened to late-night radio
talk shows, one featuring Doctor Ruth. When all else fails,
just hold each other, the small sex therapist crooned.
Barbie and Ken, on cue, groped in the dark,
their interchangeable skin glowing, the color of Band-Aids.
Then, they let themselves go - Soon Barbie was begging Ken
to try on her spandex miniskirt. She showed him how
to pivot as though he was on the runway. Ken begged
to tie Barbie onto his yellow surfboard and spin her
on the kitc hen table until she grew dizzy. Anything,
anything, they both said to the other's requests,
their mirrored desires bubbling from the most unlikely places.
Barbie squeezes the small opening under her chin
over Ken's bulging neck socket. His wide jaw line jostles
atop his girlfriend's body, loosely,
like one of those novelty dogs
destined to gaze from the back of windows of cars.
The two dolls chase each other aroun the orange Country Camper
unsure what they'll do when they're within touching distance.
Ken wants to feel Barbie's toes between his lips,
take off one of her legs and force his whole arm inside her.
With only the vaguest suggestion of genitals,
all the alluring qualities they possess as fashion dolls,
up until now, have done neither of them much good.
But suddenly Barbie is excited looking at her own body
under the weight of Ken's face. He is part circus freak,
part thwarted hermaphrodite. And she is imagining
she is somebody else - maybe somebody middle class and ordinary,
maybe another teenage model being caught in a scandal.
The night had begun with Barbie getting angry
at finding Ken's blow up doll, folded and stuffed
under the coush. He was defensive and ashamed, especially about
not having the breath to inflate her. But after a round
of pretend-tears, Barbie and Ken vowed to try
to make their relationship work. WIth their good memories
as sustaining as good food, they listened to late-night radio
talk shows, one featuring Doctor Ruth. When all else fails,
just hold each other, the small sex therapist crooned.
Barbie and Ken, on cue, groped in the dark,
their interchangeable skin glowing, the color of Band-Aids.
Then, they let themselves go - Soon Barbie was begging Ken
to try on her spandex miniskirt. She showed him how
to pivot as though he was on the runway. Ken begged
to tie Barbie onto his yellow surfboard and spin her
on the kitc hen table until she grew dizzy. Anything,
anything, they both said to the other's requests,
their mirrored desires bubbling from the most unlikely places.
Thursday, September 29, 2011
EMAIL//ModernLove//09/28/2011//3:40PM
busy...but out of here at three. booya! hope it was at least fun stuff!
B broke up with his girl. now he's sad cause he feels bad about hurting people and once again SHE was more of an adult than him. idiot. told him to fucking change his ways cause right now he's 0-2 back to back. he didn't like that. i said, don't bring me into this shit then get upset when i tell you the honesty you need to hear. i said at this rate there will come a point when you can't have it too with me. he said i wsa right and apologized. told him that i'm going to take up smoking...so i can quit him as my bad habit;)
like sands through the hourglass...
B broke up with his girl. now he's sad cause he feels bad about hurting people and once again SHE was more of an adult than him. idiot. told him to fucking change his ways cause right now he's 0-2 back to back. he didn't like that. i said, don't bring me into this shit then get upset when i tell you the honesty you need to hear. i said at this rate there will come a point when you can't have it too with me. he said i wsa right and apologized. told him that i'm going to take up smoking...so i can quit him as my bad habit;)
like sands through the hourglass...
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