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HOW IT FEELS

You asked me How it Feels

One night, one day . . . that night

 I couldn't respond

That day . . . that night

 You took my breath away

That night

 I filled your body

That night

 Your breath became mine

That night

 You surrounded my soul

That night

 How can I say . . .

When I can't speak

 How can I say . . .

As passion surrounds me

 I lost control

That night

 I closed my eyes

That night

 I couldn't think

That night

 I was lost in sensation

Yours hands . . they touched me . . .they teased me

 Your body was so warm as it covered me . . .

 I filled you

That night

 You soaked me

That night

 I want to tell you . . .

One day . . . One night

 That I heard you . . .That night

I still can't speak . . .

One Sunday morning, Chelsea went to visit Hillary and Bill and said,
"Dad! Mom! I have some great news for you! I am getting married to
the greatest hunk in Washington. He lives in Georgetown and his name
is Matt."

After dinner, the President took Chelsea aside.

"Honey, I have to talk with you. Your Mother and I have been married
a long time. She's a wonderful wife but she's never offered much
excitement in the bedroom, so I have fooled around with other women a
lot. Matt is actually your half-brother, and I'm afraid you can't
marry him."

Chelsea was heartbroken, but after eight months she eventually
started dating again. A year later she came home and very proudly
announced,
"Robert asked me to marry him! We're getting married in June."

Again her father insisted on another private conversation and broke
the sad news.
"Robert is your half-brother too, Honey. I'm awfully sorry about
this."

Chelsea was furious! She finally decided to go to her Mother and tell
her.

"Dad has done so much playing around. I guess I'm never going to get
married," she complained.
"Every time I fall in love, Dad tells me the guy is my half-brother."

Hillary just shook her head.
"Don't pay any attention to what he says dear. He's not really your
father."

A Brief Conversation

A man asked the woman he was pursuing the question,
"What kind of man are you looking for?"
She sat quietly for a moment before looking him in
the eyes and asking, "Do you really want to know?"
Reluctantly, he said, "Yes."
She began to speak.
"As a woman in this day and age, I am in a
position to ask a man what he can do for me that I can't do for myself.
I pay my own bills.
I take care of my household without the help of any man ... or woman, for that matter. I am in the position to ask, "What can YOU bring to the table?"
The man looked at her.
Clearly, he thought that she was referring to money.
She quickly corrected his thought and stated, "I am not referring to money.
I need something more.
I need a man who is striving for perfection in every aspect of life."
He sat back in his chair, folded his arms, and asked her to explain.
She said, "I am looking for someone who is striving for perfection mentally because I need conversation and mental stimulation.
I don't need a simple minded man.
I am looking for someone who is striving
for perfection spiritually because I don't need to be unequally yoked .. believers mixed with unbelievers is a recipe for disaster.
I need a man who is striving for perfection financially because I don't need a financial burden.
I am looking for someone who is sensitive enough to understand
what I go through as a woman but strong enough to keep me grounded. I am looking for someone whom I can respect.
In order to be submissive, I must respect him.
I cannot be submissive to a man who isn't taking care of his business.
I have no problem being submissive... he just has to be worthy. God made woman to be a help mate for man.
I can't help a man if he can't help himself."
When she finished speaking, she looked at him.
He sat there with a puzzled look on his face.
He said, "You are asking a lot."
She replied, "I am worth a lot."
and smiled !