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 ; )

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

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

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

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