Comments on: “The End…”, and “The Beginning…”

By: credite nevoi personale

credite nevoi personale — Wed, 09 Nov 2011 23:49:52 +0000

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By: Vivian

Vivian — Wed, 02 Nov 2011 03:46:19 +0000

While you boys are having your fun let me tell you about a strange fellow I met.

We were sparing about the heat between us. Our partners, my date and his had left together to dance. So we looked into each others eyes and he said. “You come on all hot to fuck me, but you don’t really want the meat, you just like the game.”

I smiled and said, “you’re wrong.”

He said, “you pretend to be the ocean, vast, free, available, however, you are a swamp, you just want to suck men into your world and drain the life out of them.”

I said, “nice imagery, David. I’m a sensualist. But, I know that love is so much more complicated than sex.”

That happened in 1986. We have been happily married for 21 years. We have three kids in college and David has been my husband, my lover, and best friend through it all.

Vivian

By: TH

TH — Wed, 02 Nov 2011 02:45:41 +0000

I was rambling through a predecessor’s notes and there, I found this one titled “a note to me.”

It said “the first time I heard her voice was over my answering machine. It sounded like the solo of a french horn playing the opening lines of the song Begin the Beguine.

Like soft water over hard rocks. I asked myself, will I find the owner as enticing? I called her and heard it fresh. The rhythm, the tone, the burst of laughter, I wanted to step inside that voice and never leave. I was in love!”

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He has a way with words, and an imagination to match, or the lady is very special.

By: Dave

Dave — Wed, 02 Nov 2011 00:36:10 +0000

I agree with Howie. It was amazing. If only we could get that kind of effort at the polls. We could stop those crooked republicans in their tracks.

Dave

By: Lost

Lost — Tue, 01 Nov 2011 20:49:06 +0000

Found,

She called and mentioned something or another then she asked if Lost was me. I thought I should read it again before I admitted to the post. After all when I wrote it I was in a delirious state of want. Not lustful want just wanting to have her nearer than she was at the time.

I’ll tell her later.

Thanks, I suspect it is love, but either way one can’t help but enjoy the ride.

Lost