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A blog, well, in theory perhaps.
Really, this is about my thoughts and feelings and path on this road I've been followiwng.
Please comment, leave your thoughts but don't ask me to apologize for my thoughts and feelings, and understand that I really do have a view on my own limitations
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Lone Wolves

Yve  (updated by Yve)
A woman here mentioned to me that she is a lone wolf...hmm.

Come to think of it, two women here have included this as part of their description.

Lone wolf. Does that happen because we want freedom, time alone, space to do what we want when we want? A lone wolf may never find a shared cave comfortable. A lone wolf has a path to walk, and is openly declaring their need to be alone ...

I had to stop and think where I stand on this ...
easy one, I like knowing that sometime later in the day, I have my special someone ...
I like dinner with someone sitting across from me telling me all about her day,
I like knowing when I forget to bring a towel into the bathroom, she'll hand me one.

I love the idea of snuggling up to my love and falling asleep to her soft breathing ...nope, I'm not a lone wolf.

I'm a pack leader, Im a family gal, I'm an organizer and a lover ...
I like the nucleus of a coupling ...

Seems funny to think a loner coming to place like this... even loners need love? hmm?

There are such funny people in the world.
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Just love this song.....

Yve
Luckily I haven't been faced with being told I'm replaced, buti sure do love the intensity of this song..... I'm The Only One lyrics Songwriters: Etheridge, Melissa; Please baby can't you see My mind's a burnin' hell I got razors a rippin' and tearin' and strippin' My heart apart as well Tonight you told me That you ache for something new And some other woman is lookin' like something That might be good for you Go on and hold her till the screaming is gone Go on believe her when she tells you Nothing's wrong But I'm the only one Who'll walk across the fire for you I'm the only one Who'll drown in my desire for you It's only fear that makes you run The demons that you're hiding from When all your promises are gone I'm the only one Please baby can't you see I'm trying to explain I've been here before and I'm locking the door And I'm not going back again Her eyes and arms and skin won't make It go away You'll wake up tomorrow and wrestle the sorrow That holds you down today Go on and hold her till the screaming is gone Go on believe her when she tells you Nothing's wrong But I'm the only one Who'll walk across the fire for you I'm the only one Who'll drown in my desire for you It's only fear that makes you run The demons that you're hiding from When all your promises are gone I'm the only one
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I get lost

Yve  (updated by Yve)
When younger the lines between love and desire blurred..
The young see the object of their desire and feel a burning love
When older the love one sees and feels is expressed in the desire shared.
And I get lost....
I love ... and that love is simple.
I desire ... because I love ..
People confuse me with their made up complexities.
Come to me, reach for me, let me feel your fingers in my hair ...
your lips roaming my body ... does your body moisten and quiver ...
I dont feel it, I cant see it
I want to, believe me, I want to see it ... I want to feel your desire...what I feel is your love.
Its not enough. I so hate it ...but its not enough.
I really am one who needs the late nights of passion ...
feeling your hands finding mine, roaming, instigating ,
Im demanding, Im needy, Im on fire ...I feel ...and I want contact.
I don't want it like this ... Not everytime... sometimes reach for me.
Im tired of directing this show without any sign that you are part of the production......
....I get lost ...
Its easier to turn over and not reach for you ... than to be the one reaching yet again....
But I long for you
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A Glass of wine

Yve  (updated by Yve)
I offer up a glass of wine to you...

First for the quick taste it inspires, then for the easy way it plays in my mouth, how it easily slides down, and finally to the nerve endings awaken after just a few sips

Yes, I offer up this glass of wine to you, for those memories that are slowly dissolving in the past and  more often than not are inviting me to forget all those levels we climbed, and results of previous glasses shared.

I drink this glass of wine, over here, without so much as a sideways glance you,
and notice not how ours eyes would meet as we slip, but rather how savory and full the taste is in my mouth.

I notice how much less I drink, and those raw nerves are still affected, but now with refences to the moon shining throught my shades, or how the warmth it brings warms me from the inside out.... You are here, but fading.

I offer this glass of wine to me.....

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I can't sleep...

Yve  (updated by Yve)
They say sleep comes easily to the innocent ... I wonder what is so plaguing my thoughts and keeps me so restlessly awake. I can't deny aching for the loving touch of a woman, my woman.  Is that why I'm awake? Sins of the flesh wrecking my nerves and awaking my soul? If I'm honest I would have thought that these desires would have long subsided in my more mature years, but hot diggeity dog, it's as if I've just been awaken and my hands, my mouth, my senses are on alert. I long for those slow nights of  need, when I could watch a thin film of sweat shimmer  on her body through the shades. The slow easy build up of growing passion that every so often took us far enough as to leave us breathless. More often than not it led to a that wicked deep tension and that oh so wonderful release.  A woman's body is an amazing thing. The ability to steer it for just a while, the trust given to awaken and command it and the satisfaction of having been the stimulus for the flow,the slippery moisture, well, that's a present we sure give and take of each other.  God bless the woman who comes to bed each and every night as if prepared,to share in their lovers fantasies. I'd like to order of of those please. A woman who assumes a yes is the answer.... A woman who comes dressed to entice... A woman who comes to bed with that clean soapy fresh smell, before the deeper thicker musky smell arises. It makes you feel like she actually cares about your fantasies.... Fantasies... So many, to many, too sorted and detailed to write about... Femme, butch, futch, what difference does these titles hold when the end goal is feeling like you are exactly where you are supposed to be... I'll hold you and you hold me, and I'll take you, and guide you if you need, show you when I need, and let you roam when you feel safe...and we'll skip the titles and just indulge. I don't want much, but for those couple of hours I want it all. I'm greedy like that. Shame and shyness are out the door ...give me what you've only dream of giving, I'll take it all without hesitation, I'm good at taking love, I thrive on love... Just make it last a while... Let me love for a while. Ok, my thoughts have long since strayed from the innocent...I envision the soft downy hair on her back, the arch of her back as I drip this warm candle wax ....the tangled jungle I happily part, no sign of a child, instead all woman;  Ah hell, I'm just lonely for physical touch, the idea of love in the dark doesn't work for me...so I'm lonely for contact...and I dream of that first touch again and again... I wonder when we collectively became afraid of saying those words, I'm lonely ... Not the same as live with me now, move in and adapt to my ways, it doesn't mean act like a hussy and just do whatever with whomever, it doesn't say I am ashamed...it says I've lived, I've lost, I've grown, I long for something more than I had before... And even now, the rivers flow when the rain falls.... And it's falling, and flowing...and it's ok to desire and need.... spiraling thoughts  of soft opening thighs, tender folds, of whispered instructions,   of gentle pleads and demanding   sighs...  I guess this is why I can't sleep.....

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A Woman bored

Yve
This Woman She laid long and slender next to me. Her body at once both strong and soft. She laid quietly, submissively, as my hands roamed the curves and valleys of her body. She offered no resistance to my explorations Her lips and tongue engaged Normally, my mind would race in anticipation of the steps to follow ... But this last night, it was her hardened large nipples that distracted me, And her soft mound of wild long hair that I focused on... Here's the surprise ... No soft moans escaped her lips, No intake of breathe suggesting her anticipation of my successful treasure hunt No arching of encouragement pushing my hands further, or suggesting my fingers explore No leaning in... And I wonder, so why offer this submission, Why slide your panties off when you snuggled up so close to me.. Why close your beautiful eyes and suggest passion... Why, when in fact you are so clearly bored. Now I'm bored too

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Looking over my shoulder

Yve  (updated by Yve)
I hold no animosity towards those forging a path into 'oneness with their dream'

Or even those stumbling around hitting into things and people in the dark.

It happens, my beef is with those that look a good thing straight in the eye, and not seeing the familiar, they close the door, or worse, peek out via the peek hole, never once embracing the possibility that different can be so good.

Pure breed dogs are generally beautiful, but have you ever noticed how healthy those bland ras - mix bred- ones are. Not always so refined, not always so accepted, and surely not conforming with the acceptable norm of standards, but damn if not lovable.

I've lived and loved, no question. I'm sure I've made some gigantic mistakes, and I've hurt a few along the way that should seriously 12 step back into my life and be dealt with, but maybe I'm advocating that you learn from my nonsense

Looking back over my shoulder, I wouldn't take back one single kiss I've shared - not the quick, "I got ya" kisses, or the slow deliberate desire filled one, and i surely dont regret sharing in the love of even one of the ladies who's path I've crossed - believing with each piece of clothing I removed that THIS one woman was the one, this soft sweet tender dream was the one I'd see even as my vision blurred in later years leaving my fingers to retrace these paths from memory, and I most assuredly don't regret the hours of whispered pillow talk that found me physically intertwined with endless bouts of giggles and sighs of subsided passion ....

But I am sorry for the harsh words
I'm sorry for those missed opportunities to lessen the pain via a simple hug
I'm sorry for those who weren't offered the chance to crawl under my skin and know my truths.
I'm sorry I missed the chance to take what I was offered more fully

I hope the 'loves 'of my life understand that even at my current 'matured' age, there have been times when youthful desires overrules sensibilities and we forgot to see the spark of greatness the other has.

~youth is soooo wasted on the young~
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Time keeps slipping into the future

Yve  (updated by Yve)
There's tomorrow, there's always tomorrow ...and a world of tomorrows.

But what if there aren't so many left.

What if that hurt look you parted with was the last look you'd have?

Or perhaps even worse, the last look was over your shoulder at her with sadness in her eyes and all that would have been needed to change that look was a smile from you.

What if 'time keeps slipping into the future'...and there no more tomorrows for you two.

What if she never knows that she was your everything - that you never really got it before, that she peeled that onion even as it made you both cry.

What if all you wanted to do was love her until you died in her arms

What if you waited too long to tell her and she never really knew....

What would you leave for her that would ever make her understand that she was your forever, even as you walked away....

Just wondering...

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Cold rainy December day

Yve  (updated by Yve)
The day started out with all the motivation to straighten up the place with hopes of feeling better about getting that out of the way.... Well, my progress report at the end of the day clearly shows the laundry got done. Think about that for a second. The laundry got done. It's not like I personally stand and hand wash each piece, I stick the clothes in the washer and and hour later, it's all ready for the dryer. Easy peasy. Still, I take full credit for having done THAT today. What I didn't do was the vacuuming, wiping down the cupboards and 'stuff'' , I didn't do the oven -it's not really dirty- just maintenance clean up and I didn't clip the pups (they probably nice and Waern with their fuzzy fur- I tell myself!) Soooo, now, I made some truly funky mix of food, fried chicken, polenta and green beans - who eats that? Me. I cook to satisfy me. The polenta is soo good. ...got some nice peace and quiet, it's still dark and cold and rainy outside, got some warm food, it's time to dig in, grind 'em, partake of my dinner. Bless me oh Lord for these thy gifts which I am about to receive from thy bounty through Chist Our Lord, amen. I pray my mother father brother and sister have a meal as good or better than the one I'm about to receive. Ps Lord, mom don't eat much anymore, dad is in heaven with you, my brother probably needs a lot of food any my sisha is anorexic. I pray my dear ones here and her kids have a good meal tonight. I pray to slow down how quickly I eat my meal. I need a good movie tonight, and looking forward to a conversation with a crazy spontaneous artist I recently met. I think she'll have tea while I have wine! Green tea will do!? One more cold December days down.... A bunch to go until the new year and new dreams start.

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Romance is not dead, life is too short.

Yve  (updated by Yve)

Can it truly be 'wrong', corny, silly or not butch enough to urge for romance long into the relationship? It feels so right to have your lover slip you a SMS or email that says, I desire you.

It feels so right to do the thing you know she likes, not that you think much of it, or even feel up to it, but you do, for her. I think we should never stop spoiling each other. Ever. Everyday should include two clear no question signs that your lover is the apple of your eye: one, something you do for her that you thought up, and something you KNOW she likes.

What to do for her, you say.... Well, I can tell you what to do for me:
Lean over and kiss my ear, and whisper something sexy - a promise that doesn't need to be kept but it feels so promising
Stroke my back as we fall asleep - it feels safe and soothing
Suggest dinner alone in the kitchen to candle light, even if you're just having bacon and eggs for dinner
Take a shower together and hold her like she is the most important person in the world, hold her like you'll die without her
At least once, let her know that you need her. Not that it's nice she is there, not that she makes you happy, but let the words come from your most vulnerable place and let her know you'll be so lost without her.

Look, romance is not dead, it just lays frozen under the winters cold ... and life is just too short to not give your heart and soul...even if you have to do it over an over again...

It's worth it to open up and give it all each time you love. It has to be worth it.

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