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14 September who is who?There they stand, alone in a room. There is nothing specail about the room. There is no soft music playing, there is no fire burning, there is no breeze blowing, there is no smell of sweet flowers in the air.
There is an invasion of privacy, there is the stepping into another's space, there is a meeting of the minds with no regard to the surroundings. There is a purpose for the meeting for which has taken place, and assingment if you will. It is an experiment of who is who, which one will be the intimidator and which one will be the intimadatee (if you will).
So, there they stand, face to face and dangerously close. As they stand there with their right hand at their sides, they raise their left and softly bring that hand to the others lips, there can be no discussion and eye contact must be kept, both wetting their lips, allowing easier movement for the others fingers to caress causes a deep breath to be taken in. This motion is done in a very slow, meticulous manner, as if to notice every small ridge the lip holds. As the hand stays poised on the lips concentration is now turned to each of the other's eyes. They are to notice the color and the response of the touch that continues. Are they eyes big and blue and in the color of Asure, or are the green of a dew kissed meadow, better yet, are they a rich robust brown.
Watching and watching and feeling and watching the eyes begin to race one another, being careful to never loose eye contact, each serches the other frantically wondering.
As the experiment continues the are to recall the first touch of the other's hand to their lips and compare that touch to the way that same hand feels now. Have the fingers become more nimble and the become more modest or have the become hungry, are they searching? What are they looking for?
Alas the experiment comes to an end without the experience of a kiss of a physical nature, their mind had already created what they do not know. Their faces are blushed with anticipation and their hearts are pounding, consequently nothing happened, or did it. So, who was the intimidator and who was the intimidatee, you decide.
Sweet dreams.
Love Ren 10 September UMMMMMMMMMMMMWell, it is getting very late and there is much to do. However, before I get lost in my books once more, I must leave a thought or two.
As a bit of a hats off to a dear friend and they will know who they are when they read this, I hope it makes them chuckle and bring a smile to thier face.
With all the tension of getting my work done and knowing it well, I just could not resist to get lost for just a minute. The cool moist feel on the ....... in my hand, the firm, smooth touch of the ..... as I am carried away, the rich bold color I see goes without saying. My mouth longs for the very first taste, the taste of sheer decadence. Yes, it is sweet and pleasurable and my most favoirte thing to eat. Yeah, it is a but a piece of dark chocolate cake, with just the right amount of icing. It is sweet to my palate and moist in my mouth, there is a frenzy of "oh yeah" going on. So, it is late and I really must go so that I can finish my.......
Chow!!!!! ( and for those who wonder, yeah, I know chow is spelled wrong, but this is my space and that is how I like it!!!)
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