You were already relaxed in one of the lounge chairs waiting when I finally arrived. It was late, past midnight, so there were torches lighting the grass covered open cabana from the four corners. Your warm chocolate hair was deepened by the shadows, and fell over your shoulders atop a deep red bikini top. You wore a knee length, white silk sarong tied together on one side and lay comfortable in the flickering torchlight the pinnacle of feminine beauty. Warm dancing light richly complimented your skin, and I was breathless for a moment as I took in the vision of you.
I was comfortably and casually dressed in light-colored sporty b
Why is love not synonomous with desire?
How can one love you but not want you?
I can't see how passion can be felt
so differently by two people in love.
What constitutes a raging inferno for one
equates to mere matchlight for the other.
How does one live only feeling the matchlight?
All the while yearning for the blazing heat?
We marry for true love and companionship,
intrigued by the promise of perpetual desire.
But as all pretenses are soon to fall away,
we find how mismatched our passions truly are.
What is one to do with the constant yearning?
How does this one get what their soul needs?
Each perceived disinterest se
You were already relaxed in one of the lounge chairs waiting when I finally arrived. It was late, past midnight, so there were torches lighting the grass covered open cabana from the four corners. Your warm chocolate hair was deepened by the shadows, and fell over your shoulders atop a deep red bikini top. You wore a knee length, white silk sarong tied together on one side and lay comfortable in the flickering torchlight the pinnacle of feminine beauty. Warm dancing light richly complimented your skin, and I was breathless for a moment as I took in the vision of you.
I was comfortably and casually dressed in light-colored sporty b
Why is love not synonomous with desire?
How can one love you but not want you?
I can't see how passion can be felt
so differently by two people in love.
What constitutes a raging inferno for one
equates to mere matchlight for the other.
How does one live only feeling the matchlight?
All the while yearning for the blazing heat?
We marry for true love and companionship,
intrigued by the promise of perpetual desire.
But as all pretenses are soon to fall away,
we find how mismatched our passions truly are.
What is one to do with the constant yearning?
How does this one get what their soul needs?
Each perceived disinterest se
Current Residence: Wyoming USA Favourite genre of music: Rock, Heavy Metal Operating System: windows xp MP3 player of choice: WMPlayer Favourite cartoon character: Juggernaut (comic villian) Personal Quote: "Mainstream religions are essentially clubs w/ their own codes of conduct & secret handshak
Favourite Movies
X-men (any and all three)
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
undecided
Favourite Writers
Piers Anthony
Other Interests
superheroes, pagan spirituality, technical theatre, the beauty of all women
It's amazing to me when I pull back to a third person vantage point overtop of my life and really watch the dance of souls interacting with mine. The style and tempo of this dance changes often and without rhyume nor reason. At times it feels like a violent mosh pit of chaotic coincidence. At others it slows to a intimate tango focused on my partner with rose tinted tunnel-vision. Quite often I struggle to step in time, feeling a few steps behind the music... and these are times that people I have assumed would be in my life forever spin away to a new partner or a completely different dance. It can leave you a bit disoriented... Some tha
Have you ever really stopped to define for yourself exactly what your beliefs are? It sounds so simple, so elementary. . . But when you refuse to let the world tell you just who you are and what to think, it leaves the door wide open. It can be comfortable to simply let each concept you may claim as your own flit about like busy bees - pointing to each one when it suits you. There are a lot of ideas with merit. . . then others that definately don't fit within your life. The idea of actually commiting to capture those ideals you would keep within a jar you concretely label MY BELIEFS is daunting to me in the least. . .
When others ask me
Dear Sir, My name is Chris. I would like to talk to you in regards to your medicine wheel. If you could please email me at ps3mfg11@gmail.com, i would appreciate a response. Thank you.
get do you have the picture of your tattoo (phoenix) like the original i also have gone thru something similar to you i almost lost everything i had in my life and thanks to good fortune im back on my feet and getting my family back on there feet and the phoenix would really represent a new beginning for my family