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Recommend this profile to your Facebook friends. recent blog postsCan Married Man Flirt?Posted Can A Married Man Flirt? I had an interesting conversation with a friend yesterday. We spoke about flirting and its inappropriateness, especially when it comes from a committed or married person. My... (continue reading) The Girl in the BathroomPosted
At a glance it looked like an electric night. At a glance, it seemed to be the remains of a night of fantasy and sexual expression, but vision can often be misconstrued by expectation or prejudice. She stirred slowly on the bed. Her movements could be described as if she was a person returning to normal after a night of howling at the moon. Her neck even contained a dull ache as if she was attacked, bitten, and transformed into a foreign beast or monster. She surely did not feel like... (continue reading) What Happens to the Love?Posted
When it does not work, what happens to Love? First, I want to commend all of my new friends for the love you are showing me with my short stories and commentary on Love. I believe that God has provided me with a gift of insight and I want to serve all my readers, by providing information from my heart and soul. So as you read my commentary, bring you r "rake"and "pitchfork."If... (continue reading) personal message![]() A Night of Rain By Hakeem Jamal It was a beautiful night in early fall. The weather was cool and crisp. As the wind swayed and danced amongst the trees, the moon's light pushed through the clouds to shimmy off the lake's water. It provided a wonderful ballet of shadows which emanated in the wind and the trees gentle sway. Crickets' harmonized as the water gently walked up the shoreline. Their sounds provided a natural orchestra of wooing relaxation. The night was perfect. We were in the middle of Eden; a tranquil heavenly escape. You were standing at edge of the tree line gazing out at the water and sipping on a glass of Sauvignon Blanc. On a blanket on the ground were the remnants of a romantic picnic. As I walked up behind you, I placed my hands around your waist and gently kissed your neck. The affectionate kiss and wind tickled your neck sending a gentle wave of pleasure throughout your body. You shivered sending your warmth to me as you lean against me. Not one word was uttered, but the communication was apparent. I turn you to me and softly kissed your lips. The lips I've missed for years, but never forgot the taste of their sweetness. As passion overwhelmed us, you dropped the glass and we began to kiss and caress one another .As we became one gentle rain falls. The coolness of the droplets and the intensifying heat of our passion provided a breathtaking mix of sweet sensuous pleasure. I lay you down for worship and began my journey of pleasure at your feet. ....(XXXX) . As we lay next to one another worn but elated, the rain begins to subside. As the clouds part, I watched the moon's shine returns. Imperceptible light dance off your curves and accented your beauty. I am euphoric and thankful for you. I kissed your navel and I whispered, "I am finally home." ![]() friends (45) |
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