Blondes have more fun? I don't know who came up with that theory. Possibly a man who had a fetish for blondes? LOL! This was my blonder days(last summer)... well, more Caramel ; ). Love going there!!! I mean come on now... anybody can be a blonde. So who are we kidding guys? Unless you're really referring to the density of their brains, which is a load of crap. They don't own the rights to the list...As a matter of fact, if I go down my list of brain cell deprived women only a handful are blonde!!! Really though, it's all in the attitude. Noooo, not the stupidity. The I'm down for partying...anytime, anywhere with anyone!!! See...what you have to figure out is, women need a reason-men a place. So don't bother figuring out a place if she's not feeling you...Cause you won't be copping a feel! I don't care how HOTTT you are and whether you can move moutains!!! Our bodacious terrains get explored by the skilled climbers...Lack technique? Go get a DAMN MAP and figure it out!
Where do you get a map?
Oh man, can't help you there...
You got steep issues!!!
Start with baby hills first...
-Liz ;
Wild Child

Saturday, May 14, 2011
What About Blondes?...
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Tuesday, May 10, 2011
BAM!!! ...
Bam!!! Take that!!! That's what I'm talking about! ... Add in some more spices... It's all about the flavor. You don't got flavor, you got nothing! Nada...zilch...zero...0...Big fat 0!!! I'm kicking it up a notch...Okay, maybe it's a lot more notches. If you knew how I cooked...you'd really get this! These shoes...are my back up. In case I need more than spice to kick it, kick it up, kick it out...or kick you. Just playing... my peeps. Just feelin' a bit spicy...okay, I can't fool you...a lot spicy! I just get into this rowdy, rambuncious, raw form and I have to release...the energy that is, the spicy! Or else, it lingers like garlic on your breath after that amazing dish you just devoured. Uhuh...I can still smell it, did you think that piece of gum really worked??? OMG...I just need to chill right now, cause I'm giggling at my own sh*t!!! Got to go now...I need to go find Bam Bam. He's the only one that can hang with me, in this mood... and, keep up with me!
Go find some flavor...
Kick it up a notch...
Mmmm, yummy...
-Liz
Go find some flavor...
Kick it up a notch...
Mmmm, yummy...
-Liz
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Monday, May 9, 2011
Caught Red Handed...
So you caught me!!! Do you feel stimulated??? Is your heart beating faster??? Are you breathing deeper??? I am...I'm in the red!!! Deep in the red...but in a positive way. Red is romance...Red is sensuality...Red is love...Red is aggression...Red is rage...Red is anger. The amount of red, relates to levels of energy. I am all up in the red!!! I am feeling all of these and then some. And...it lingers and lingers. Doesn't seem to want to disband from my aura. So...all I can do is embrace all that I feel wholeheartedly and see what purpose it has for me. Big purpose...I feel. Not yet revealed to my mind, the hardest part. But being in the Red, somehow slowly lessens my mistrust at the rate of molasses, but its the direction I seek. If you had to put a temperature on me...I am the warmest to hottest of individuals because I can be so emotionally intense. Attention focused, encouraging action to be taken, grounded, confidant , enthusiastic and trusting. Protecting myself from fears and anxiety as I run to live again... in this race called life!!!
So you caught me???
Red Handed???
Catch is...
Can you hold on to me???
-Liz ; )
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Sunday, May 8, 2011
Just Barely...
Just barely....are we truly free. Just barely do we free ourselves from the daily ritual that is life. When we can find ourselves, our deeper essence... is, when we can free ourselves. It's our spirituality...like when we were innocent children, unknowing of life's strife that will unfold. Living in the joy of the moment, appreciating what is...for what it is. Spirituality, is exhibited by our minds and actions. Fearless, uninhibited and true to self. Our spirit is a tangible intangible...like the wind we don't see, but feel as surely as it tickles our skin and sweeps away our hair. Just barely...are we truly free.
Just barely...
All it takes...
Is baring yourself...
-Liz
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Saturday, May 7, 2011
"Dear Mama"
(Dedicated to my mother Carmen)
(Mother's...Have a beautiful mother's day! In my mind...we are to be celebrated everyday!)
Migration of my mind
Directed to heartfelt thoughts
Viable survival of me
A definitive…
In my life force
A result…
Of a job well done
Loving efforts put forth
Timing is appropriate
My feelings to be shared
A deep love…
For the creator of me
A welling…
In my eyes
The joy of these tears
Of many blessings bestowed
The meaning of mother
Words cannot fulfill
A calling…
Not all can accomplish
Daunting task of obligations
Viewed…
By the masses
Standing ready is she
Comprehending her true purpose
From cries of infancy to moans of adulthood
Sacrifices seen by me
For me…
Loving gestures by you
For me…
Naturally provided never questioned
From the love in your heart
Protective nature of a lioness
Towards her cub
Possibly a necessary death to the finish
I am
Who I am
Molded from the clay
Who you are
Reflecting inner beauty
To the world
Outwardly and proudly
As a living sculpture
Words never fully descriptive
The deepness of my love
For the angel that is she
Vision more lucid
Than the purity and clarity of water
Offering an abundance
That which I needed most
Love of a mother
A special mission
Like no other exists
Sensing where her true purpose lies
Possessing great strength of will
Stamina to resist the odds
Creating the perfect niche
Fulfillment is first order
Pushed to blaze your own trails
With the footsteps of your success
I thank thee
From my bottomless heart
For embraces filled with warmth
For words filled with support
For pushes filled with courage
For reprimands filled with toughness
For kisses filled with love
For…
Having me…
Dear mama
I thank thee
For a life filled with you…
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Friends...How Many Of Us Have Them?
My grin says it all...Called SARCASM. I continue to be amazed at people. OBLIVIOUS!!! To their own shit...and they're knee deep. I mean...common!!! WTF??? They have the nerve to act like you don't come through for them. Yet...YET!!! They are critical of you, put you down and what you're doing down. AS IF...you don't have value. Who the fuck gave them the right to judge you? Who? Fuck that shit!!! They can fuck off, for all I care! AS IF...they were the best thing that ever happened to you. AS IF...they were better then you. AS IF!?!?!?! A friendship is supposed to be mutually beneficial. You're supposed to care about each other. That means behaviors are reflective of your words. Not because I say so ...It is so. Jeez...get a fucking reality check on yourself!!! At times, it will be offset. That's okay, because we all have our weak moments when we need support. No one should ever put up with someone who, NEVER makes them feel good. I mean, when you're happier without them...What does that mean? Yeahhhh... Exactly what I thought!!! Let's just keep it moving people, your blocking traffic!!! And...AND!!! ...When you think about it, the real issue is they are trying to make themselves feel better about themselves. PATHETIC!!! I especially love when they neglect you, for whatever their mind justifies it be done(Do I look like an ass kisser?)...and suddenly when they have issues, they need you and you're not responsive, they talk about fair weather friends are all over...easy come easy go. Meanwhile, they're just catching up to the fact...that you already let go of them, well... that's if they're bright enough to pick up on that. It's just sad that...what could have been, a nice friendship, just had to be destroyed. KILLED...DEAD...MUERTO!!!... Anyway, your real friends, you should be able to count on your two hands...any more then that, you're deluding yourself!!! Acquaintances are many...but friends are few. I'm a social butterfly. I know many people. I try to be very selective...and on occasion, I FUCK UP and have poor judgement. I chalk it up to a lesson learned. Hold on to the good ones... Be loyal...
The rest...
That shit is dead...
Muerto!!!...
-Liz
The rest...
That shit is dead...
Muerto!!!...
-Liz
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