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Posted by Susan47 on January 29, 2005, at 22:29:17
I close my eyes and I see your face, and suddenly it is under my lips, I kiss your forehead, tip of your nose, lips, and chin... your skin is soft and warm under my mouth...how wonderful to be transported here....
Posted by alexandra_k on January 29, 2005, at 23:27:29
In reply to I sit here, posted by Susan47 on January 29, 2005, at 22:29:17
You talking to me Susan???
SOrry, couldn't resist :-)
Posted by smokeymadison on January 30, 2005, at 0:27:56
In reply to Re: I sit here » Susan47, posted by alexandra_k on January 29, 2005, at 23:27:29
i don't like kissing, actually. maybe it is an OCD thing for me. don't get me wrong, i DO kiss my boyfriend, but i really don't get anything out of it. wish i did.
Posted by alexandra_k on January 30, 2005, at 1:08:15
In reply to Re: I sit here, posted by smokeymadison on January 30, 2005, at 0:27:56
How come do you think?
Posted by smokeymadison on January 30, 2005, at 19:05:57
In reply to Re: I sit here » smokeymadison, posted by alexandra_k on January 30, 2005, at 1:08:15
i am not sure. i didn't used to have a problem with it. on the contrary, i used to get a lot out of it. it doesn't help that my boyfriend is not the greatest kisser, to be honest. he makes up for it in other ways, believe me, but he just isn't.
SM
Posted by alexandra_k on January 30, 2005, at 21:35:49
In reply to Re: I sit here » alexandra_k, posted by smokeymadison on January 30, 2005, at 19:05:57
> it doesn't help that my boyfriend is not the greatest kisser, to be honest.
Oh, ok that makes sense. I was wondering if it was something do do with saliva...
Posted by sunny10 on February 1, 2005, at 14:16:45
In reply to Re: I sit here » smokeymadison, posted by alexandra_k on January 30, 2005, at 21:35:49
Suze,
apparently you are the only one here who has been lucky enough to be the recipient of great kisses! You're right, that memory must be a nice place to be.My SO isn't into kissing, either. I know that my SO is an extremely private person (withholding at times, to be exact!), so I think that he just isn't any better at letting his feelings show through his kisses than through his "words"!!Luckily, I am in it for a mutually respectful relationship (and the sex ain't bad, either!), so the "protestations of love" or lack of them doesn't bother me as much now as it would have two years ago...
-sunny10
Posted by Susan47 on February 1, 2005, at 17:27:06
In reply to Re: I sit here, posted by sunny10 on February 1, 2005, at 14:16:45
You misunderstood, perhaps... I was the giver of the kisses ... giving is better than receiving, sometimes.... I used to love to give. I knew men who loved to receive, young men whose hearts were open enough to appreciate beauty in gesture ...
Posted by Susan47 on February 11, 2005, at 23:46:27
In reply to Re: I sit here, posted by Susan47 on February 1, 2005, at 17:27:06
I remember getting kissing lessons from my first boyfriend. He was 19, I was fifteen. Mmmm. We necked for hours standing in the kitchen, he'd teach me all the tongue moves, the sucking and giving and taking and so forth .. wow. Those were times. I know where the word "dreamy" might have originated ...
Posted by Susan47 on June 29, 2005, at 22:26:07
In reply to I sit here, posted by Susan47 on January 29, 2005, at 22:29:17
the soft pads of your fingertips .. they're slightly translucent, I can see inside your skin, there, where tissue meets skin, the darker tones, then the light, then the fingerprints, the shape of you, what is yours alone ... like all of you, so loved, so desired, so completely and wholly taken in by me, my eyes, if you could see them, would transfix any man, oh yes ... and the pads of your fingertips trace a loving pattern, leisurely savouring, memory sharing ...
oh Susan, oh my oh my you have it badm darling. Darling, darling girl. Who will love you this way? No one. No one ever will.
She stands alone, she always has. There's something about her, something no one will ever accept enough to love her, never. Eventually everyone leaves. Those who say they love you do so only very selfishly. No one understands the concept of giving in to joy, of enjoyment. En-joy, in joy. In joy, that's where I was born, I remember that. Do you remember that moment of joy at your birth? Has it ever come back to you? It's incredible, the joy is overwhelming, in spite of the misery of the living that comes afterward, the joy in your birth was tremendous. It's the joy that loving this man has brought you, you have that same joy, thinking, pretending, imagining that he loves you back, and that one day moments such as the imagined ones will actually come true. You'll cling to this hope for a long time, and you learn to keep it to yourself, because no one can listen to this without thinking there's something seriously wrong with you, something immature in you never did grow up, maybe, other people think it's pathetic, and they don't understand and never will, that it's not that at all. It's lovely. It gives you hope. It gives you pause to consider that which is worth loving in all people; yes there is an element of sadness, and grief to it, a huge element ... but somehow, you idiot you, in the end, you'll realize it might have been meant to be that way, no matter what some things are just meant to cause pain and spiritual suffering, there's no other way to say it is there?
Posted by Susan47 on July 2, 2005, at 20:18:15
In reply to You touch me (long rave), posted by Susan47 on June 29, 2005, at 22:26:07
you learn these things sooner or later; that there's always someone further along in their development than you are. That you'll always sound ridiculous to some, wise to others.
And it differs. Life is shades, there's a whole range of shades to every aspect of every thing ...
Susan you're nuts.
Posted by cockeyed on July 9, 2005, at 1:53:00
In reply to What the Hell, it's just Life, isn't it..., posted by Susan47 on July 2, 2005, at 20:18:15
Susan, What the...life it's just hell, isn't it?
When I'm nuts my mind runs away after
words, of course, going in circles.
and I almost remember being in love
once
cockeyed
Posted by Susan47 on July 11, 2005, at 23:24:48
In reply to Re: What the Hell, it's just Life, isn't it... » Susan47, posted by cockeyed on July 9, 2005, at 1:53:00
How terrible to remember "almost" .. then it must never really have been. I've had a few of those. It was nice to feel the real thing for once, perhaps the only time. At least I know I'm capable of loving a man. At least I still have a part of my heart that believes. And that was nice.
Posted by Susan47 on July 19, 2005, at 21:38:38
In reply to Re: What the Hell, it's just Life, isn't it... » cockeyed, posted by Susan47 on July 11, 2005, at 23:24:48
I don't think it was worth it to come out of my slumbering state.
Because the pain of being without someone special, is just too much.
Knowing, suddenly knowing, what others actually have and what I don't and never did.
Knowing how rare it is to have that kind of loving feeling for someone, and the specialness of it, the potential for that is there, and it has nowhere to go, and who knows if it'll ever be felt for anyone else ever again. I don't know. Because maybe, perhaps it was all illusory ... a wicked jest by some master pulling strings. I, the puppet.
Posted by Damos on July 20, 2005, at 17:32:26
In reply to But not worth it, posted by Susan47 on July 19, 2005, at 21:38:38
Yes. Sadly, painfully, tearfully, yes.
Posted by Susan47 on July 21, 2005, at 20:12:03
In reply to Re: But not worth it » Susan47, posted by Damos on July 20, 2005, at 17:32:26
Who needs it more, you or me?
Posted by Damos on July 21, 2005, at 20:35:06
In reply to ((((Damos)))) » Damos, posted by Susan47 on July 21, 2005, at 20:12:03
I think we both need it badly.
So here's the plan. I'l drop over this evening with a nice bottle of wine, we can order in pizza and then curl up on the lounge and watch a movie or just listen to some music. If you like, you can put your feet up and I'll give you a foot massage. Some hours later I'll take your face tenderly in my hands, kiss you gently on the forehead, hug you like you're the whole world, thank you for a truly wonderful evening and for being all that you are to me and bid you goodnight.
I promise only once I'm down the street and out of sight will I dissolve into tears
Posted by mr. me on August 5, 2005, at 18:19:01
In reply to You touch me (long rave), posted by Susan47 on June 29, 2005, at 22:26:07
being without someone else can be both empowering and dissolving. it goes back to whether you look at any given situation as half full or half empty. i believe that "true" love can be looked at as a fated journey or a destined hindrance. i dont want to look at my times alone as though they were a waste of time, you can use it to explore other personalities, and more importantly you can use it to find out who you really are... so basically, im trying to act like i know about everything. Hmmmm... HOLLA!!
Posted by Susan47 on August 7, 2005, at 23:30:16
In reply to Re: You touch me (long rave), posted by mr. me on August 5, 2005, at 18:19:01
No you're not trying to act like you know everything, you're trying to figure something out.
Maybe I've misunderstood you but that is what I read into your post.
It's good to ruminate. Cows do it all the time, while chewing their cud and looking adorable with those big brown eyes ... oh, to have the mind of a cow .. and the looks, too, baby ...
Posted by mr. me on August 17, 2005, at 14:28:12
In reply to Re: You touch me (long rave), posted by mr. me on August 5, 2005, at 18:19:01
ummm... yea. cows are cool. just as long as you dont like the smell as much as everything else you seem to be infatuated with. And here I always thought dogs were the adorable girl getters. jeez, if only id known...
Posted by Susan47 on August 20, 2005, at 11:54:29
In reply to Re: You touch me (long rave), posted by mr. me on August 5, 2005, at 18:19:01
I think you're a bit of a joker, a s....a.. ... now I'm joking, mind you, so don't take me seriously.. I've a feeling you don't, in any case.. okay mister, what exactly, what EXACTLY did you mean by "infatuated" in your last post? What "everything", am I, exactly, supposedly infatuated With????
Holla.. baby.
Posted by mr. me on September 1, 2005, at 13:13:07
In reply to Re: You touch me (long rave) » mr. me, posted by Susan47 on August 20, 2005, at 11:54:29
infatuation is a way of life for some people. youll become attached to something for a while and then when you become disinterested it stops being such an "infatuation". just curious suze, but what age group are you a part of?
PS all the words posted by me are just opinion, so dont you go getting all upset.
Posted by Susan47 on September 2, 2005, at 23:37:17
In reply to Re: You touch me (long rave), posted by mr. me on September 1, 2005, at 13:13:07
Laaate forties, is that like the Roaring Forties? I'd like to sail them someday. Know any good sailing books? I loved discovering them .. the Roaring Forties, the Doldrums, what else .. what else?
I'm not upset, just raving a bit again tonight .. no I'm not one of those people who become infatuated with anything then stop. I just try to find my niche, I try to find what makes me think, what makes my mind happy, more than my body, much more than my body, my mind's always been more important but still very undernourished.
What age group are you a part of ...? And btw, I'm not infatuated with anything or anyone; infatuation is a false state. I've been in that false state just recently, big-time, and it's too much trouble .. y'know, I think I was actually infatuated with infatuation, infatuated with love. Infatuated with myself. But nobody can stay there. Infatuation isn't real. And you need to keep feeding it lies. ;0
Posted by mr. me on September 4, 2005, at 15:59:12
In reply to Re: You touch me (long rave) » mr. me, posted by Susan47 on September 2, 2005, at 23:37:17
infatuation is real, but it can disappear after a while if the source of the feelings doesn't stay strong. if you suddenly see that the person you were infatuated with is a hoax, a fake, an image... if the feeling does stay strong the infatuation changes, and melds with other feelings to become something stronger... possibly love. now on to less dreadful talk than that of love... my name is mr. me and i wouldnt be true to it if i didn't speak bout it. im turning 21 in two weeks, and before i go off on another jagged rant ill leave it at that.
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