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Trust
Posted:Feb 17, 2020 12:54 pm
Last Updated:Feb 19, 2020 8:37 pm
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Its comfort,
and peace of mind.
It’s a rarity,
and wonderful to find.

Its direction,
and provides a clear path.
Its safety,
and freedom from wrath.

It takes time to build,
and a second to be lost.

Its then pain,
vulnerability without a shield.
Its then hurt,
and wounds hard to be healed.

Its then walls,
that go up, taller than you.
It’s a friend circle made small,
can you believe what they
say or do?

Its a tiresome, mindful game,
you try hard to believe.
Its always watching, waiting,
you’re sure they will deceive.

Its a special person,
who can tear down those walls.
Its giving back sunshine,
without it being realized at all.
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Your Gift to Me
Posted:Feb 12, 2020 12:31 am
Last Updated:Feb 14, 2020 6:43 pm
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It is not things,
You may do for me or say.
It is how you show you care,
In a very different way.

It is in your eyes, your smile.
Your arms holding me tight.
How your lips fit with mine,
That feels just right.

It is your hands, and the way they touch me.
Showing me dignity and respect.
Your fingers, and how they trace me,
That just thinking about it can get me wet.

It is being in your arms,
How your body moves with mine.
Your hunger, matches my own.
Simply divine.

It is in how you see me,
With an unfiltered eye.
That allows me to spread my wings,
With confidence I can fly.
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I Love that Most
Posted:Jan 29, 2020 8:05 pm
Last Updated:Feb 8, 2020 11:36 pm
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Its in the look,
his smile, his eyes.
Its his smell, his touch,
his hands on my thighs.

Its in the words we share,
that speak to my brain.
Seducing me with intelligence-
damn that’s sexy!!
Does that make me seem vain?

Its in his breath,
so warm on my neck.
My flesh set afire,
as it stokes my desire.

Its in how our bodies collide,
with fingers laced, face to face,
as our hips grind, the ecstasy
we find.

Its in the silence,
as we collapse on the bed.
His arm around me,
pulling me in close.
Holding me to sleep,
that I LOVE THE MOST.
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Brown Eyes
Posted:Jan 23, 2020 8:48 pm
Last Updated:Jan 30, 2020 10:54 am
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As I sit and look in his eyes,
I see more than just color, or
as some may say, “his soul.”
No. I see pools of the richest
chocolate in which I want to drown.

Like my favorite wine on the
warmest of days may intoxicate
me- so do they.
In his look, I forget my troubles
and for a moment, I'm free.

They make me feel peace,
safe, and secure.
The rest of the world blurred,
they make me feel sure.

They're the color of fudge,
slowly heated in a pan.
With a naughty, devilish charm,
Im drawn to this man.

So much like a garden,
quenched by a fierce rain.
It is his eyes, that flood my brain.

Bathing in that pool,
is right where I want to be.
But his brown eyes, well, they
were never meant to see me.
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More than a Kiss
Posted:Jan 16, 2020 8:52 pm
Last Updated:Jan 22, 2020 6:02 pm
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It was warm, the sun out bright.
We sat together talking, laughing, completely
at ease. As if we had known each other
for so much longer in this lifetime.

Your eyes sparkled as you smiled.
Your hands strong, yet gentle,
sent shivers through me with your touch.

It was then, as you held my hand in yours,
that you stole my air from within.
As my heart pounded to the rhythm
of one hundred in a drum circle,
striking with all their might.

It was then that I knew,
you were so much more,
than a kiss.
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The Other Woman
Posted:Jan 11, 2020 7:47 pm
Last Updated:Jan 12, 2020 7:04 pm
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I am the bright blue sky,
On a clear September day.
You are the fluffy white clouds,
That drift by and float away.

I am the pink peony,
Petals in full bloom.
You are the rain,
That quenches me ,
Before you move along.

I am the emerald clover,
That blankets the hillside.
You are the sun,
That’s warms me,
Before you go and hide.

I am the third in a world for two,
Sharing all I have with you.
Watching, waiting, anticipating.
You will come, and you will go,
Sharing whatevers left, I know.

I am the one with hope,
Thankful for any time I get.
Standing in line, waiting for time,
Living with no regrets.
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My Rock
Posted:Jan 6, 2020 12:13 am
Last Updated:Jan 9, 2020 12:16 pm
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I love this place, I come here to be alone. To just sit and think, and to feel peace.
This place, has a lake of glass, surrounded by rocks of all shapes, some big enough for two-that’s where I sit.

My rock, is hidden from the dirt road that snakes around the lake, by a bed of cattails, edged with water hyacinth. I know this rock is my secret. No man has yet introduced his tessellation of broken glass, discarded trash, or cigarette butts, that interrupts its peace, or mocks its beauty. On a warm summers day at dusk, the waters are painted, rich with orange, red, pink, and purple, and the flowers generously share their aroma. If you glance down into the clear water, you may see fish, I wonder where they are going, do they know?

Other times, I look across this lake, and take in the tall trees, so green, and alive, lending their branches to birds, and squirrels, the stories they might tell if they could talk. So calm, so serene, all aspects in perfect harmony with one another
.
Occasionally, a car might come down the road, its tires grinding on the gravel,
like my mother masticating her bowl of grapenuts, the sound is a violation of the senses, but once the dust settles, nature is at peace once more.
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Mmm Mmm Mmm
Posted:Jan 3, 2020 9:02 pm
Last Updated:Jan 4, 2020 12:15 am
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The sun shares its warmth.
My hand in yours, fingers laced.
Simple and sexy.
Quiet thoughts lost in your eyes.
Appreciating you.



Today is of those days... MMMMM and I'm rolling with it.




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Anxiety
Posted:Jan 2, 2020 4:46 pm
Last Updated:Jan 3, 2020 8:20 pm
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You are loved, but you don’t feel strong.
“Just STOP, everything you say is wrong.”
You are smart, with education and wit,
but it lays in wait to make you “quit.”

Surrounded by friends in a room full of many,
"No you don’t, you don’t have any.”
Quiet their voice, ignore what you can,
until along comes another to lend them a hand.

In one fell swoop, the troops have rallied,
now before you with excessive demand,
they get your full attention,
they know the lay of this land.

As your thoughts race, it’s harder sit,
no longer at peace, “You are a twit.”
Sleep hides, panic looms,
you try to ignore its sense of impending doom.
You cannot, dont you see?
It’s within you, feeding on your Insecurity.

It cuts to the point, its voice louder than any,
“JUST LISTEN, listen to me .”
You’re along for the ride,
with nowhere to go,
doing all you can to keep it in tow.

Gaba, Bacopa, lorazepam too,
doctors, they like to medicate you.
Then one day It’s voice goes quiet,
it’s only so long, you cannot deny it.

Celebrate, live your days full,
until along comes another,
to unleash it in you.
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Words Have Power
Posted:Dec 30, 2019 7:48 pm
Last Updated:Jan 14, 2020 11:20 pm
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They can make us happy,
Or they can make us sad.
At times even lost, or mad.

They can make us laugh,
They can make us cry,
Yes, damn, they can make us cry.

They can hurt, like the sharpest knife,
Driven with speed, and precision,
Striking the heart. Lest not you see it coming,
You know not where it starts.

They can leave us lost,
And in pain.
They can make the brightest,
Seem so very vain.

They can tear us down,
They can build us up.
And they can put us back together,
But are we ever the same?

They are missiles,
Unspoken we may control.
But once released ,
Control us.
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Married and on TSDates. Dare you Judge?
Posted:Dec 29, 2019 9:25 pm
Last Updated:Feb 16, 2020 4:36 pm
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So last night I popped into a room . I don't much go into them anymore, because I find the games and double standards irritating. However, the conversation fuels this post.

(Background) A polite gentleman was attempting to communicate with a female, she refused to communicate with him because he, "is married". Now he wasn't hitting on her, only trying to talk, and within the room were married men and women, as well as others. This lady was choosing to speak with the married women though.

So, I asked her why she spoke to some, but not others. There was no reply to my question, but it was largely rhetorical.

Why does marital status matter? People are here for a multitude of reasons, they come from all nationalities, countries, and walks of life. Likewise, they use the site for varying purpose. This particular woman uses TSDates to chat . Again, what does it matter?

I guess I am at a loss, for what gives a person a right to judge another. You cannot possibly formulate an adequate judgement, when you have no idea what has happened in their life, or what choices they were faced with. And if you do cast judgement, what makes you so sure others even care to hear it?

This lady does have a right to choose who she speaks with, but if the excuse was he was married, so were some of the others. It was communication, thats it.

Honestly, the bare truth is. this is a sex site. All people have the basic human need to feel affection, be touched, and to touch others. Everyone has a right to be here, and everyone has a right to respect. Because we are behind a screen, does not make people less than. Judgement should be checked at the door.
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Our Place
Posted:Dec 27, 2019 8:12 pm
Last Updated:Feb 1, 2020 8:37 pm
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I watch him, so peaceful as he lay there, eyes closed.
Visions I have seen countless nights in my minds eye.
Tracing the silhouette of his body,
Holding his face In my hands, as
I lean down and kiss his slightly parted lips.

In his presence I am powerless.
All of my desires rush,
Impossible to hide.

Moving down and kneeling before him,
He feels my gaze.
Our eyes meet,
As he draws me close.

Tongues dance, as he touches my depths.
I cannot resist, I am his.
My breath catches in my throat,
Feeling his own on my neck.

In this place he leads me to ,
Time stands still.
We give ourselves over freely,
And two unfold as one.
This place, is ours.
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