Wild Child

Wild Child

Thursday, June 30, 2011

Exposed...

Exposed...vulnerable, susceptible, open, liable...What else? Weak...that's a good word. However, to expose your self is also a sign of strength. And...I'm not talking about my cleavage! Where many fear to tread, the few who do display bravery, may make it appear easy and seamless. As it pertains to a relationship...it is determined by the differences in the space each individual needs. How we each communicate or don't communicate, how that is perceived and interpreted. Than of course...how we react to those perceptions/interpretations. Understand...we sometimes just need to take it for what it is, simply and plainly. Getting frustrated or being emotional may not be called for, may not be your place and for lack of a better way...may not be optional. You own your feelings and how you react is a reflection of that. No one has a right to tell you, you shouldn't feel that way...ever!  Be in tune to your feelings and yourself, acknowledge the good and the bad and most importantly...you must share it all. Communication is the the weak link...but it doesn't have to be. Communication is meant to the bond that seamlessly keeps two people coupled together.  It is... where the real growth is, where the real trust is and where the real connection is!!! Don't set such high expectations, build up to it.  You'll realize that guess work and mind reading, just don't cut it and will only frustrate you both. Feels slow like molasses? It will only taste that much better when you savor it! You'll realize that you both are going through similar feelings...maybe, the same fear and frustrations. You'll realize that you both want the same things in life...maybe you'll give that to each other and, maybe not. 
Exposed...
See it for what it is...
Don't turn and walk away...
-Liz

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

TOP 10 REASONS YOU’RE A LIBRA...


10 . Want everyone to be happy. (The people I care for anyway... )
9 . Your motto : I have taste. (I do!)
8 . Make a great hostage. (When I want to relinquish command, that is...)
7 . Oh , so loveable. (I am! But I'm a pain in the ass too! I know...)
6 . Love to be right. (Should have been a lawyer!)
5 . Super sensitive. (Only when I give a shit...lol)
4 . Brainstormer deluxe. (Shoot me now, can't stop thinking!)
3 . Hate to make a decision. (Depends how important the question is...)
2 . Keep redecorating the house. (If I had unlimited funds...maybe, LOL)
AND THE #1 REASON YOU ARE A LIBRA IS…
YOU WERE BORN UNDER THE SIGN OF THE SCALES ! (DUH!)

Hahaha!!!
Sooo funny...
-Liz

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Jeez...


Jeez!!! Really? I mean...does it take that much effort? What is so difficult about keeping me in the loop? Why do I have to find out last minute? Why? Jeez...I just don't get it. Does it not occur to you that I would want to know things of importance, as much as the nonsense you're so quick to fill me in on? I would do it for you...so where's the disconnect? Why doesn't it cross your mind to want to fill me in? One...you don't view me in the same light. Two...you don't give a crap or don't get it. Three...you don't understand how important communication is. Four...You don't understand how important communication is. Five...you don't understand how important communication is!!! Jeez...do you understand me now? WTF!!! Okay...so maybe you do. Either you give me the deer in headlights look...maddd sexy!!! Or you freak out with anger...crazy coool!!! Or you get frazzled and ramble...wickeeed intense!!! NOT! But... I certainly am over it... and, have learned not to: assume...convince...bully...or beg. This Brikhaus...is not going to bang her head against the brick wall. NO CAN DO!!! ...capisci? So...I think I need to change my approach, so you can drop your defenses and we can get to the bottom of what's really on your mind. Baby...take off your mask of fear, so you can see me clearly... okay? I adore our special connection...there is no one I enjoy talking to more than you! You realize that, right? 
I want to know all the details in your life...
Fill me in...
Jeez...
What a girl's got to do?...

-Liz ; )

Monday, June 27, 2011

In the Dark...

There is nothing I despise more, than to be left in the dark. People imply how important it is to be spontaneous, go with the flow and live this day as if it were your last...yada yada yada, blah blah blah. It's also important to have a sense of your time, your responsibilities and your commitments. To yourself, as well as to others. It's something I like to call principle and integrity. Principle are the laws you govern your life by and should be the center of your life. Have you ever made a promise to yourself and didn't keep it? Say...a new year's resolution. I'm not a believer in them. Time of year has no importance. I understand the start fresh concept, but to keep a promise to yourself should be done when it's important in your life to do...regardless. Point is this...If you can't make and keep a promise to yourself, a commitment... than how can you to others? We've all put aside our own needs for others and sometimes that's honorable, but not if it's detrimental to yourself in the long run. When you do keep commitments to yourself and accomplish them, your own integrity goes up. It feels amazing, even if it was one of the toughest things you ever had to do. The outcome of that is...you strengthen your own independent will. Meaning...you trust yourself more in your ability to walk the talk. So...I say,  I despise being left in the dark... obviously I'm not doing it to myself. When is it too soon or too late to let go of an expectation that you have of another? Is it unrealistic to have an expectation at all? When do you share and voice your concerns? Do you risk the possibility of an important loss? Does this mean, that ultimately you can only rely on yourself in your lifetime? I mean...I have faith in people still, but I have more faith in myself first for my happiness. Certainly none of us want to be alone, we are not meant to be alone.  I don't know all the answers...I'm just thinking out loud. I will say, if you like the dark...you best have a damn flashlight!
You've underestimated who your dealing with...
Don't expect me to follow ...
I like seeing where the hell I'm going ...

-Liz

Sunday, June 26, 2011

Linger...

Don't rush me...I'm sauntering for good reasons. I want to revel in this feeling. This feeling that you've left me with...of longing. Longing for a feeling of being satiated with emotions. I want to feel full, satisfied, content...with you. You persist on exposing me to all that you are...all the levels that allow me to understand the complexity, yet simplicity of your being. Giving me more food for thought, as if my mind isn't already consumed by thinking. Just when I think simplicity will for once reign in my life, my mind escalates to a new place of contemplation. Which means? Quite simply...I'm not done. Done thinking, done understanding, done contemplating and I guess done with you yet. Your persistence in prolonging your presence has left an aftertaste, which is to your advantage right now. However, I have very keen taste buds. It only takes a few bites for me to quickly decide whether or not I can eat the meal which you so lovingly offer me...
At least, I will savor the flavor...
To linger...

-Liz

Friday, June 24, 2011

I Can't Help it...

Really...Seriously...I can't help it! You can't it either. What? Be myself...that is. Be yourself...that is. Isn't that why your drawn to me? And, I'm drawn to you? These books I write, this blog I write...is not all that I am. If we meet through this, that's cool. If we meet on other terms, I'm not so quick to shout this out. You know? I've mentioned this before...the stigma that comes with writing erotica. My baggage I like to call it. Yes, sex is on the brain a lot. It has to be because that's what I write but it doesn't mean that's all I want to discuss and do. I need breaks from it to keep my mind fresh and flowing. You see, right away people think that erotica and porn are one in the same. They're not! Nothing against porn, it has it's purpose. But, if you look for that here, you're not going to find it. Porn to me is not really real, in the sense that you'll see the most beautiful and well endowed people who have the skills it takes to make those movies. It does take skills...endurance, men have to flick the switch quickly, do many cum shots, blah blah blah. Granted these people are passionate about sex too and I'm sure they practice those skills if they do it for a living. Who does that in real life? Anyway, I write from the heart, from my thoughts, from my fantasies, and from experience. How much is what? doesn't matter and you'll never know. Names and places all fictional. Point is it's real...you could probably say, I've done that or I could do that or I want to do that...because it's do-able.  Comprende? If you want me to be like I am on the blog all the time or how I write in the books...you're setting yourself up for disappointment.  If you're my guy and you say "Baby, can you do that for me? Can you talk like that for me? Can you wear that for me?" Well, as my guy I'm going to take care of you!!! Duh!!! Anyway...I'm just saying. I can only be me. This is no game. 
Take it or leave it...
I can't help it...

-Liz

Thursday, June 23, 2011

New Leaf...

So, almost two years ago I decided to turn over a new leaf. Drastic times, call for drastic measures.
Subconsciously I knew I was unhappy, for a long time. At some point it traveled to my conscious...upfront and straight forward. Waving its white flag at me and yelling, "Hey over here, don't you see me? I know you see me, stop ignoring me! You know perfectly well what needs to happen, let's do this already." Denial thought it would pass, whatever this is...that weird unnatural, unhappy and unpleasant place and space I let myself live in, be in...exist in. Swallowing that bitterness was no easy feat and I still savor the aftertaste. As assertive as I am as an individual, I was so damn scared of the unknown. How was I to move forward and be prepared for what's coming, if I didn't know what's coming? I mean...I was always about being prepared...Proper preparation prevents poor performance... game plans, checklists and followup. To be honest, I couldn't wrap myself around anything, anyone or any concept... except my misery, my misunderstanding and my errors. Everyday did not become easier for me...I couldn't even tell you when it did. The fog eventually lifted though. I had no choice but to be open to new things, new people and a new life. Things that the old Liz would never do or even consider, is not how the new Liz moves and grooves. Why does it take hardship to kick us in the ass and say, "WTF? Get your head out of your ass!" We are such creatures of habit and anything besides our routine and our knowledge is just uncomfortable. It's still is a bit scary for me...but I seek answers where I can, I seek support if need be, but most of all...I seek to be me, as I should be, as I am meant to be. You know what I really see? That what I am today, I will not be tomorrow. The sweet breeze carries me effortlessly and guides me where I need to go. It dances and twirls me so that I can feel the rhythm of life and intermingle with others. It's not that complicated...life. We are the ones, that are complicated and make it complicated. Like the seasons...we need to change and adapt. When you don't...you will wither away like dried foliage and decompose into the nothingness, that will be your degradation and your tomb...
Turn over...
It's your turn...

-Liz

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Hubba Hubba...

This is so my flavor...
I dig this song so much!!!
Press record and let you feel me...
Watch me on your video phone...
Especially when I dig somebody soooo much!!!
You get so hot for it, that you do some crazy sh*t for them!!!
I wanna make sure you remember me...
I know, just what I'm wanting...
Video phone...
I can handle you...
I know you like that...
You are my phone star...
You are my receiver...
Uhuhhhh
There is no thinking...
You know what I'm saying?
Baby you doing something right...
I know you feel me
I'm feeling you...
Hubba Hubba
You like what you see...
Can you handle it???

-Liz ; )

The Girls...


Yes, the girls...Let's discuss, shall we boys? Did you actually think you were going to get a better peek? Hahaha...bet you did!!! So cute!!! I hear exposed cleavage is called a boobie trap? I love it!!! You guys are so damn clever sometimes. I know, you just can't help yourself. It's a natural reflex...I know... I forgive you, it's okay. Really! I was out with friends about a month ago. We ended up discussing the topic of nipple piercings. The one male friend pretty much was glued to my breasts for the rest of the night. I guess he was imagining piercings on me.  We had fun with it and joked because, what else could we do? A little staring isn't bad but when it turns into leering...ummm yeah that gets creepy!!! Unless of course there some sexual flirting going on between the two of you, than by all means...roll with the punches. I get it...breasts are beautiful. When a woman feels beautiful, sexual and sensual we like to express that in the way we dress and act. I wouldn't say it's to trap a man or to even draw attention. It's as simple as we feel beautiful. However, some women are just over the top in exposure and really shouldn't complain if men are staring at the girls. It's like, if you were exposing Lil' Brother(no pun intended)...that's what I call him but he's the big boss of you, that's for sure!!! Damn straight we'd be looking too, I know I would! So...it's all good. Just don't be ridiculous about it and disrespectful. If anything, just be grateful you got to meet...
The girls...
For your viewing pleasure...
-Liz

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

What's it to me? ...

What's it to me? Why do I have to be so nosy? I'm not being nosy, just curious. There's a difference. You hate when I respond to a question with a question? Who does that? I do...so get over it quick!!! The more curious you are, the more inquisitive you are...leads to a more fulfilling life. It opens our eyes to what's around us. It exposes us to more possibilities. Blind assumptions are useless. Don't you want to clarify for yourself? Versus just taking someone's word for it? Hell yes!!! It motivates me to uncover the truth and shed light on my life.  New knowledge...open your mind...liberate your thoughts...inspire the inner child in you...inspire the creative process...unravel the tension...free your spirit...unlock your potential...new knowledge leads to new knowledge, never-ending...new challenges...new experiences...new friends!!! It's a winning trait. Anyone who doesn't want you to be inquisitive...may have something to hide, sheisty!!! So...you never answered my question. 
Are you going to tell me?...
Or am I going to have to get physical? ...
You may like that?...Hahaha, come on now!
What? ...
What's it to me?...
Ughhhhh!...
Do I look like I'm playing right now? ...

-Liz  =/

Monday, June 20, 2011

Closer...

Maybe it's time you got closer. I don't want to hear about how we're not close or how I don't know you. I'm not going to make any assumptions about you. You deserve more respect than that, as I do. If you choose not to get to know me because you simply don't want to, that is your choice...so be it. I'm not going to dwell on it because I can't control that. All I can say is, it would be nice to know you better. We may even really like each other or even be more alike than we realize. I will always tell you what I think at some point, when I feel its appropriate. Understand...that some people just don't make good connections. It all starts at inception...or not and sometimes can never seem to get into a positive current. Unfortunate, but reality.  If you're going to rant and rave about me and what I think, feel or perceive about you...get your facts straight. Sounds like you may be the one with issues. You can't speak up than take it to the grave and bury that sh*t deep. Otherwise...this conversation is over.
And...
You and I are not one step...
Closer...

Sunday, June 19, 2011

Moi? Flirting? ...

How can you tell? My sweeping hair covering one eye, so I can peek at you? My batting eyelashes and pursed lips? My slight grin that's a bit mischievous? My attentiveness to your every word? The luminous glare of my eyes as I stare into yours? Yeah...Moi is flirting with you. Took you long enough to figure it out. How much more obvious could I be? My body language was leaning into you and I even touched your shoulders on occasion when you cracked those jokes. I call you sweet little names. Sometimes I act a bit reserved...I do that because I need to absorb and observe the situation. Don't tell me that's nonsense, it's not. I'm the take it all in type of girl. Mix all the ingredients in that blender that is my mind and concoct that flavored smoothie. If it appeals to my taste buds by tantalizing my senses, I am so down for a repeat of that. If not, our flavors are not meant to collide into a new mix. Do I want to take another sip and try it again to be sure? Hahaha...too cute!
Are you flirting with moi? 
Yeah you are!
Sure I'll take another sip...
You may be an acquired taste...

-Liz

Friday, June 17, 2011

Babyyy Dolll...

So....baby doll, huh? Trimmed in lace, ruffles, appliques, bows, ribbons, marabou fur, sheer chiffon and silk. Your love of... pampering your girl. Seen in your eyes as your baby. You dig everything about her. Soft skin, unexpected when you first touched her,  like that of a child. Her sweet and musky scent, that you swear you smell every time you reminisce of her. Silky hair you want to run your fingers through and twirl like a curly tendril the morning after a blissful sleep. Tender lips that seem to melt into yours, as if they have always been joined together. Curves like ski slopes, you smoothly scale like its familiar rugged terrain. The embrace of your bodies, cozy in the way you fill each other nooks comfortably and naturally. The sound of her words, grasping your mind intellectually and yes...sensually. You find her to be all that you want and desire in a woman. You think she's sexy, beautiful and exciting. Wow...with that being said. I'm feeling a bit like putty in your hands.
Huh?...
Who's your Baby doll? ...
I am ...
Yes, pamper me Daddy...
-Liz

Thursday, June 16, 2011

Heated...

You bet....anyone with a real passion for something has got heat. The more heated they are, the more reactions they get from others. Sometimes the rate of reaction doubles. Amazing how intensity can rev you up to a point of no return. I realize I've gone through a cycle in my life. As a really young woman I had some FIRE in me!!! Okay...so you know I still got some FIRE!!! But, I couldn't hold my tongue for any one. My bite was just as fierce as my bark. Then at some point I learned the advantage of being politically correct. It made me wiser in many ways and I chose my battles based on importance and impact-fulness. Now, I'm regressing or shall we say coming full circle. As you gain years on your life, you realize how precious it is and that time passed is gone. So...we either take full advantage of opportunities, talents and passions or, you can allow mediocrity to be your middle name. If that's the case, you have no right to moan and groan of the heated presence of others. I suggest you quickly move out the way though...gawking at a situation will consume you within the  blaze colliding your worlds forever. Leaving you a bit crispy!
Heated? ...
Damn straight...
Some of us like it hot...
FIRED UP!!! ...
-Liz

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Puss...

What a puss face!!! Why are people so damn sour? They make me pucker. When I pucker it's for kisses not for disses.  That's just how they are sometimes, kill joys!!! I know Boo...I got you. You were in such a great place a few days ago and now...you're in a grey space. Whatever you need baby. Shall I write you a special poem to lift your spirits? To remind you how special you are? You are...you know. Just know I'm here for you. I won't judge you. I'll listen to you, really listen. To understand the meaning of your words and the feelings within your heart. If you let me in...to that small tightly confined compartment, that restrains invaders from attacking. I understand your stance but at some point you have to let your guard down and relax. I'm not the enemy nor the foe, I am your friend...first and foremost. You remember that! Just ask, and you shall receive all that you need. Just for you!!! Awwww? What? My pucker is dope? Lol...You want your lips on mine? 
Babyyyy...
I know...
I did say my pucker was for kisses...

-Liz ; )

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Deep as a Scar...

Scars can go deep...real deep. A scar is a natural part of the healing process. When the damage is deep, rebuilding is more complicated. Much more complicated! And even once healing has occurred, it's much harder to hide the scar...no matter how hard you try. Some of us do it very well,  some of us don't and some don't even care. There use to be a time when scars were worn proudly. Every scar has a story...how it happened, could it have been prevented and how it impacted the individual. You know though, the story is the most important part. That story pointed you in the direction and place that you are at...in this moment of time, in the story of your life. Should we have regrets? I don't know...personally, I don't believe in them. I've had them and I learned that dwelling in them has gotten me nowhere. Mistakes happen because of the choices we make. We make choices based on feelings, situations, intelligence, influences and so much more. These things are ever changing, without mistakes there is no progression...in life and in us. Depending how severe our mistakes,  they will determine and alter the severity and depth of our scars.  Question is...how deep does your strength go? To heal? To overcome? To live?
Deep as a scar...
Deeper is our strength...
Naturally...
To rebuild...

-Liz

Monday, June 13, 2011

The Joker...

I feel like the joker....having encountered false love during botched attempts with men. Each time barely escaping the chemicals of sexuality, discovering that the toxins are altering my transformation.
My methods are simple, not mad. To gain pleasure in this life, to make connections with people, to understand the purpose of things and of myself. My trademarks...the flaunt, the taunt, the cat and mouse tease, the chase, the catch...realizing men just want my spicy snatch. Jeez!!! Extremely intelligent...but the lunacy is not mine, it is theirs. Their motive... to bring me as close to the edge as possible. Striving to out do the men before them. Having no purpose... is seen clearly past the mask. The honor of doing me is more than just a a crime of passion...this isn't just a stage to perform on, this is me...my life! I may feel like the joker...but the real joke is on you! What am I saying? Elucidating to a deeper truth that may disturb some men. You see...my strength as a woman, is my strength. Knowing myself and embracing my sexuality is not something I take lightly or give away easily. We all feel a need to fulfill a purpose. My strategy... to become the master of my role. Some of you on the other hand, haven't found your roles...your real purpose. So your little games and riddles, you can take elsewhere.
I'm not down to play with you...
This queen of hearts...
Discards the joker from my deck...
And...
My game of love...

-Liz xoxoxo

Sunday, June 12, 2011

It's All in a Kiss...

You got that right!!! I can tell your story, just from your kiss. That's why I love reading ; )!
You learn so much you didn't know before. The elusive kiss...do you wait for that kiss me look? What if that look never happens? Or if opportunities arise but than get interrupted? That's when I say...be bold and take control. Ladies, we can make this easy for the guys and make the first move. I've never met a guy that didn't appreciate a woman taking the pressure off for him. If you really dig him, go for it! Men, you're really feeling her but maybe she's waiting on you, go for it! keep it relaxed, playful and fun. It should be a natural step, don't make it so serious and don't make it all about the sex. It's not a new chapter in a book, it's just the next page in the story. I understand some guys don't like kissing women unless they really like them. I think I get this...if you're in it just to get laid, whatever man!!! What you guys need to understand is that it takes time for women to get aroused. Some of us are hornier than others and get aroused quicker but, there is medical data that proves how a passionate kiss creates a rush of  blood flow to our precious Venus...yes, just like you! It doesn't happen as quickly but as it trickles down, our passion trickles up. Heavy breathing and all sorts of yummy sensations take over us, as we become engulfed in all that is you. It helps to leave behind thoughts of daily life...which you want guys, trust me. Our surroundings impact our mood and our level of engagement, it's just how we're built. So...another way to get us to melt in your arms and become weak in the knees is a lustful lip lock.
I'm so feeling a juicy kiss right now...
It's all in a kiss...
Besos Baby...
-Liz ; )

Saturday, June 11, 2011

Is This a Test? ...

So...tell me, is this a test? Are we measuring  aptitude and ability in this topic called life? Basically it's an open book test. I mean, the answers are right there, right? Every year you anniversary your birth...comes knowledge and wisdom, so it might as well be a closed book. Experience is your memory, the key to your answers. So why it it so damn hard? Why is there always a catch to everything. Nothing can be simple and everything has got to be complicated. This isn't standardized!!! Dammit!!! If it was...I'd be saying f*ck off people! This is my life! You don't get to score me! Your opinion doesn't matter more than mine, wow! ... so clueless. This is more like a non-standardized, you know? ...a bit of flexibility in scope and format to LIVING. Determining your proficiency levels in social skills, in love skills, in parenting skills, in career skills, in relationship skills, in skills...period! Do you receive feedback? Do you become motivated? Are you flexible? Every step you take, are you more prepared for the next step? Can't even answer the questions? Well then...sounds like you have issues in this topic called life. I want to believe that non-standards may be more complicated after all...more variables to deal with. Formatted, fixed, constrained and being controlled, means you know what to expect... monotonous boring predictable existence. The opposite of REAL living!
Is this a test? ...
If it is...
I've failed...
And, I've passed already...
I'm outta here...
Playing hooky...
For the real answers I seek...

-Liz

Friday, June 10, 2011

That's the Way Love Goes...

 
    
That's the way love goes...you just never know. When you turn that corner and you find yourself on a completely different street. 
 You wonder... How did I get here in the first place? Where do I go from here? Can I do this? Can I move forward? Will I feel like myself again? Will I love once again?  The answer is, absolutely! We have the capacity to forgive and forget. It becomes easier to forgive if we prepare ourselves for the unexpected potholes of that road. We don't have to hold on. We don't have to hold grudges. We don't have to be resentful. We can and should let go. We do have the natural ability to let go, it's just been repressed but, we can reawaken it. How? By putting yourself in the other person's shoe. Understanding what they are feeling, will help you understand their choices. You may not agree with them, you may not feel great about them, but regardless... who are we to say, they can't feel what they feel?
See, the thing about feelings is...you can't own theirs, you can only own yours. How we react to them, is what we can control. Meaning...the right thing to do is respect them. Granted, an action causes a reaction and we are a reflection of each other. If you can get to a point... where you can calmly remove the emotions and look at the facts, than your more apt to handle yourself better, the situation and when necessary, the other person... in way that's conducive to resolving the issues. In the reality of things...I've failed at this myself. When... no matter what is said, there is no common ground of understanding. You just don't jive, you just don't get it, you don't resolve it, you can't resolve it...well then we all know, that's the way love goes...

Pouty...

I can pout if I want to! Occasionally, a strong woman needs to step off the podium and let somebody else do their thing. I'm acting like a little girl? And your point is? You can talk to me about being a real woman when you've spit out a kid or two or three and raised them. Otherwise...I'm entitled to relinquish my crown for a day or two or thirty!!!  Sulk, pout, demand to be pampered for once.  I know what it's like to give, give and give, not expecting anything in return. Sometimes, getting nothing in return. Do I sulk then? Hell no, that's not what I'm about. I do because I can, because I want, because I choose. When I don't, It doesn't hurt anyone or anything. I don't, do it...in a wise manner. You'll feel it though, cause you'll suffer. My pout will put you in panic. I guess It disappoints me, to be disappointed by those I care for who can't show me some love, some support, some kind words...when I need it most, when it matters most. Because in retrospect...retro-words and retro-actions mean SQUAT! Comprende? If you were really smart...You wouldn't have let me talk so much. A few kisses on my  swollen pout would have perked me right back up on that podium!!!
Duh!
Get a clue...
-Liz ; )

Thursday, June 9, 2011

What's on your mind? ...

So, what's on your mind, my man? Talk to me...I mean, I don't mind silence. Silence actually shows comfort. It shows understanding. It shows we're at a level of mutual respect. It doesn't have to feel awkward, in fact good silence doesn't. But...silence can also tell me that something's on your mind. Your discomfort in talking, tells me your afraid to overstep a boundary for fear of pushing me away, for fear of rejection or fear of moving forward. Either way, something's got to give. Say what you mean, mean what you say.  Say what you feel, feel what you say. Certainly do not fear my response. Discussion is the most important piece of this...so I may understand you and you may understand me. We can take it from there...fair enough?
So, let's try this again. What's on your mind?
Pause...
I am? 
Hahaha...
This is going to harder than I thought...
-Liz

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

If You Say So...

Only because you've earned my trust...do I agree with you. Hmmm...I still have a tendency to question it. You know how I feel about the gut! It...being, your motives. I understand the nature of myself and of yourself. Almost better than you, possibly. Or...maybe the nature of us, better said? What's most important is the feeling. That the feeling...is positive. What's between us feels good, feels right, feels natural! Isn't that crucial between two people? Two friends, two siblings, two lovers, two associates, two human beings. If you question everything so much, at what point does it stop making sense? The fifth question...or the twenty fifth? How do you determine that? And...who are you really trying to convince? Them? Or you? See, all I need is one good question to throw off the whole shebang.  Then it's a wrap...for me, anyway! Logic is cemented in facts...that usually, supersedes feelings by far. Yet...feelings determine TRUE happiness and balance. So...the true you feels your way through life, NOT think your way. The thinkers...are not as happy as the feelers. Test out the theory for yourself!  Pay attention to the words of your heart. Maybe...the issue is you don't understand the language? 
Then learn it...and speak what you feel...
Meaning...say what you mean...
Because, you've earned my trust...
If you say so...
-Liz

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Sex...Stronger Than Any drug


What's going on in the mind of an erotica author....Hmmmm??? SEX!!!
Can't help it...Can't shake it...I make it last...In my mind... S...E...X....
You have no idea?!?!?! As I'm writing and listening to my iPod, good old Jamie Foxx comes on.
I couldn't help but laugh, because I was feeling this song... as it reflects how sex is on my mind constantly. Life as it once was, no longer exists. I view life through foggy steamy sex ridden glasses, and I don't even wear glasses! Hahaha...Talk about raunchy...every angle is a possible story. Every interaction is...a cue, body language, tone of voice, scent, and reaction to an action. When a guy speaks I look at the texture and color of his lips, wonder what they taste like and feel like, how his kiss would move me...and my mind just wonders off into Kissing land. So you can imagine...the many lands I visit! Then the twitching happens...naughty, naughty, not that twitching! The pen in hand kind, the one where I make love to you on paper. Yum!!!
Okay...I gotta go now

I need to stay focused on writing stories...
Not chatting with you ; )
Muah... you're so damn sexy!!!
-Liz

Sealed With A Kiss...

It is protected by the power of my kiss...the seal closes it off forever. It goes to my grave, so to speak. Relax, the naughty little secret...is just that, a naughty little secret. All ours...you and me, me and you! Naughty you,  needs to just relax. Cause if you can't handle this, you're going to blow this wide open! Listen...you're accountable for your actions. You play...you PAY!!! Let's not mouth off all these reasons why it happened, where your head was at, your heart was at...it doesn't matter. The bottom line is...it happened. Regrets? No? Well than, stop playing games with your mind and tell it to take a back seat. Your heart took control and you skipped to it's beat, pumping everything you had into the flow. You've just forgotten what it feels like to follow the passion that exists within it. What will make you feel better? Another kiss? Hahahahaha...That's what started this whole thing! My Luv... I will be the glue, that will keep you together. Off you go!
Priority..
Sealed with a kiss...
-Liz

Monday, June 6, 2011

A Bed of Roses...

When a friendship blossoms into more than just a friendship...it feels like the nuptials have taken over. Well...we all make our beds. Some of those beds, are pretty scary looking! They don't get made ever, or the sheets never get changed, or the mattress needs to be replaced! When things are not rushed and you give time a chance to reveal itself. It's amazing what you will discover. What you thought about a great many things, it's nothing like it really is. How, you don't control who you fall in love with. What they look like, speak like, act like, and be like. And yet...you can powerfully be drawn to them. In such an aspect that you ask yourself, can this be? Can this really be what is meant to happen? Can this really be the person I am meant to be with? A Peace and calm engulf you. You seem content with life now, that is no different then it was yesterday...other than the shift in your aura of love. Naturally...I think, I know what's most important, is to allow the nature of the friendship to take the course it was meant to run. Again... in time you will know whether that bed of roses will blossom continuously or will shrivel to nothing but remaining thorns. If you wholeheartedly nurtured it with true attentiveness, than you can walk away knowing it's time to plant new seeds and grow a new one with the hope that you will figure out how to do it right this time...
To your favorite bud...
Blooming...
; ) -Liz

Sunday, June 5, 2011

Slow Sippin'

 

     So I followed some paths and came across the work of this poet, named Chris Styles.  He writes urban poetry. Brooklyn Boy...with much flare and big heart for writing. As with most writers, something dramatic or traumatic happens...an event that magnifies and amplifies feelings, that compels a poet/author to write. Love...seems to touch us all, there's no escaping it. I really enjoyed reading his poetry. It's refreshing, honest, raw, real, touching, funny, sad and sexy. He is indeed, quite witty!
     Some of us look our entire lives for THE RIGHT ONE, and never find it. Some of us find the right one and lose them, but what's interesting are the "stories" entwined in the ever-growing vine of love. Each different and unique. Question here is...why do we make such great friends and lose that when we become lovers? Why does a friendship evolve into a relationship? He eloquently breaks down the stages of a relationship into: Nice to meet you (intro to a new love interest and being ready emotionally), love raw and uncut, (falling in love-our senses giving way to emotions as opposed to common sense) pain (love's alter ego, a difficult feeling to deal with on any level), and erotic me (mental sex-speaking to the soul and how the body follows).
     You will definitely be able to connect to his feelings and his situations, which in fact, are ours as well. His poetry makes me reflect on my own life and the love within it. As to relationships, I believe that a love relationship, true love...is always based in friendship. The key is to balance that, where both the friend and the lover can exist because than you're getting the best of both worlds. The best of him and the best of her. Every so often, I go back and read a poem again. What I find, is that I learn something new each time. Gaining more insight and understanding of the meaning of the poem. Even, insight into the male mind. I recommend this book, I especially recommend reading it while your relaxing and doing some slow sippin'.
For the love of words...
; ) Liz