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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!!!)
Love Ren 11 May the calm before the stormThe calm before the storm is a scary time. The unknown, holds all the power and control. The dead silence that fills the heart is staggering, yet, there is not fear, there is apprehensions. It is not knowing what is coming if anything at all, it is knowing that you can do nothing but seek shelter, stay and watch, go along for the ride, hide if you can, but either way, it still says, "I will come"!!!
In just a few days, the first of my children, Nick, will be graduating. While yes, I am very proud of him, just as the rest of the family is, I am heart broken. I have asked many people, men and women how they coped with graduation day and oddly enough, they all compared it to the calm before the storm. Yes, Nick is all excited, and I am excited for him, but at the same time, it is like the reality of life is laughing in your face, saying I told you you couldn't have him for forever. My little boy has become a man. Yes, I know, he will always be my little guy, just like his little brother and his little sisters, but I think you understand what I am trying to say.
I am the one who is not ready. I was not ready to graduate when I did and once again, here I am with my son this time and the mere thought of graduation is consuming me. I find myself very tearful most of the days. The emotional roller coaster is not fun at all. I asked my mom what to do and kindly giving me a hug, she said nothing. There is nothing to do. I just have to let him go. My goodness you guys, I am telling you, this is sucking big time. Yes it is a time of celebrations of great things for his life to come, but at the same time, it is a good bye to the little boy that once was and hello to the man who is to be. As a mommy, in this department, I am not doing so well. I will not let him know that, but this is the hardest thing I've had to do thus far and after the 27th, of May, I will have to do this 3 more times.
My mom always told me it was hard to say goodbye, and now I understand why. No it is not a goodbye as in never to see again. It is a goodbye of what once was, the innocence of childhood is forever replaced by the reality of the world.
As I sit here I am once again composing myself and coming back around, with a tear in my eye and smiles in my heart, I will be fine, but it sure knocks the wind of your sails when you have to let your children grow up and not be little anymore. It is hard letting go.
Well, gotta go guys.
Take care and have a good evening.
Chow!
Ren 20 April reality or notI must have read the paragraph 3 times and at no time of each reading could I tell you what information was contained within. I was far far away. As I sat there is class trying to pull myself into my studies, fighting to make myself pay attention, fighting with my emotions to just stop!!!!!! I couldn't. I was at a loss. I was losing the battle, I was defeated. As I gave into the desire, I found myself back in that same hot room. It was a beautiful summer day. There was a great breeze, it was high noon, there was a window open, a fan blowing, and the music of Sade playing in the background. We were alone!!! It was the middle of the day and everything was going right. I remember his touch being very deliberate yet very delicate. His kiss was demanding but with a succulent flair. His smell was very masculine and pleasing to my senses. Overwhelmed with emotion, I spoke not a word, yet always always, was looking into his eyes. They were deep and intense, green in color. His hair was soft and beginning to become damp with sweat. My sholder length hair was dampening at a rate unknown to me. I felt the sweat running down my body until he pulled my body to his. I felt his hands slip softly up my back where they stopped on my neck. Softly bending down to kiss me, he rested me against the wall, kissing every inch of my body. Unable to resist and not wanting to, I allowed him whatever pleasures he desired of me. As we pulled apart, I regained some of my composer and softly guided him to the bed. Oh the bed, yes, this was my domain and once again I was in control. I remember starting at his feet, licking and kissing everything that entered my path. It was not a path of destruction but a path of pleasure he would not soon forget and neither would I. The time passed feverishly quick, however, we did not care. As time went on without us, I felt his thrust in a willing position or two and shared yet a few of my own. The enjoyment of one another we shared sharing one another was intoxicating. The bed had grown boring and lust still remained the driving force. Silently, hand in hand, to the bathroom we went, to freshen up, of course! The water was ran to a slightly cool setting and we entered. Once again, there was no control. I felt his mouth on mine in a way like I had not known before. I had been seduced before, but not like this. I could feel his hands searching my body as a mirror, you see everywhere I touched him, he was touching me. The lather, the bare skin, the entrance, the emotion. I am wiped out! The day has ended and night has taken its place. There is a gleam in his eye, a flicker of the candle and a glow on my face. The wine in unbelievable and way to early to go to bed. There will be plenty of time to sleep later.
Sweet dreams.
 Chow!
Ren 17 April simplicity"I would sooner live in a cottage and wonder at everything than live in a castle and wonder at nothing."
Joan Winmill Brown
This was a little card that was attached to a little bag of goodies given to me by one of the ladies in a class I recently attended for work. I remember hearing her say that all the bags given out had a card attached to them with quotes on them, just as mine, that reminded her of who we were. As I read the card I asked her why this one reminded her of me, and with the sweetest smile on her face and grace in her voice, she said, "because you look for the beauty in everything and everyone you see and don't give thought to what they can offer you or even have for you. To me this was a compliment that was like none I had ever recieved. I was not only taken back I was humbled more than I will ever be able to put into words.
And yet, as I sit here and type, I wonder what she saw in me or what it was I said that brought her to the conclusion that she did. It was at this point that the first impression rule came to my mind. There is no chance to make a good first impression. I can only hope that in the future, I will always portray to others what she saw that day. I hate to make mistakes or to be wrong, however, the reality of life is that I do and I am. From here on out, while yes, I will remain to be just me, I will be ever mindful of my actions so that I make that good first impression as often as possible. I have a responsiblity to myself, to my friends, and most of all my family. For many years I have not worried what others thought of me or what I was doing, for to worry about them, to me, was a waste of time. Don't get me wrong, I am not going to start worrying about what they think, but I will always do my best to make those around me as comfortable as this individual was. I love for people to be happy and know that I am sincere in my love of life and people. There are so many things out there to be thankful for and I try really hard every day to make sure that I don't take things for granted that they will always be there. One day when we wake up, they may not be.
One that note, I need to go, I do apologize for rambling. It has been a crazy three weeks for me and I do apologize for not being here more. So sweet dreams to you all and a hug and kiss to say good night. xoxoxoxo
Love Ren 06 April introductionsIntroductions!!!! Blah! Blah! Blah! So what is an introduction? Well, according to some dictionary that I just happen to pick up it says that an introduction is To present a person face to face to another; to make acquainted; to bring into us or practice for the first time; to bring to attention of.
So, back to where I was. Why do we need them? Worse yet, why are there some that we wait for. Why, if they are not a big deal, do we wait for that introduction. Why is it so important to one that others know who you are by association of the company you keep. Is it because we look at the intro as acceptance from the other or are we feathering our own ego as if to say, yeah, I am with them, or is it our own insecurities that leave us wondering why or when we will be introduced? Yes, one could say, well, I guess it depends on the situation, or other may say, well, I don't think it is necessary, or other may say who cares. Why is the the introduction taken so loosly by some and very serious by others?
What is in an introduction? A common sense of well being, an understanding of that acceptance that was defined above, fulfillment of being someone you want your friends to know or is it just an attempt to quiet insecurities.
Well, it is for sure whatever drives the force of the introduction, there will always be something left to quander upon.
I am sorry for not being on in such a while. I am the one who says I never get sick and guess what, you guessed it. I have been without much of a voice and a cough that is relentless, and no sleep in sight. I am sorry for not stopping by sooner, I have missed you all. I hope this finds you all doing well and yes, I am much better. I can talk without coughing every other word now, and yes, it was that bad.
Take care gang! Sweet dreams to you all.
Chow!
Love Ren 23 March touching baseOkay, I must apologize for a couple of things. First, for not being so savoy when it comes to computers. I don't understand why I am not coming up because that is the way I added it. So, I will ernestly try once again to see where I have messed up okay. I am so sorry.
Now, let me shed a little understanding from my point of view on the art of love making and rush and you know the rest. In retrospect of my entry concerning fire, I know that you guys have a bit of a chore on your hands when it comes to love making. You can't help it, it is how you are made. Anantomically speaking, there are just some things that happen quicker for others i.e. being you guys vs. us girls. I wasn't meaning that I was beating any of you up, so if that is that way it was taken I do apologize. All I meant and was saying is there is quite a world out there to be explored by not hurring, that is all. And yes my dear Christopher, you are right, there is also something to be said about that hotter than hot, not so slow, have to have you now sex!!!!! Damn skippy there is. and now I am the one needing a drink hehehehe. All I am merely saying is that don't be in such a hurry to get to finished product. Take some time and put some time into the art of making love and think before you start about how a fire encapsulates what it desires and remember how it embrace every inch of its being, there is wise lesson to learned and it will suit both persons involved.
Maybe I should have said it this way the first time so not to look like I was pointing fingers. Sorry! Man or woman, love making is a two way street, in order to pass smoothly, there has to be a meeting of the minds where compromise is the understanding, and desire is the jury and satisfaction is the judge.
Love you guys.
Take care!
Chow!
Ren  20 March for the recordokay, many times, I have made mention about how much I don't understand computers, and I don't. I have signed up to messenger for those of you who have asked me to do so for quite some time. Honestly I don't know how it all works, so just hang in there. my sign on name is rayealiece_2005, just like the space.
hope to see some of you soon.
Chow!
Ren Fire and makingBlack and sleek, long and glistening, the dark sea goes one into the night. The breeze is faint and the moon is low in the evening sky. Sitting there on the blanket accompanied by a fire, breathing in the fresh salty air.
Watching the fire dance with the enthusiasm of a new lover, upon the logs, there was a constant change of color and shape. Like when making love, there really are many phases one must go through to find the end of the means, if one does not go through these emotions, it is not making love it is merely having sex, big deal, anyone can do that. Just as the fire is beginning, the color is rich bold red and oranges and yellows, just as you can imagine your lovers hands eagerly searching every inch of your body. As the fire grows with intensity, so does the motion of your lover. The color has now become a vivid blue meaning that this is incredibly hot. Just as the fire becomes dangerously hot, so does making love, your bodies rush together embracing one another, thrusting, rubbing, touching, kissing, exuding absolute desire and want and most of all satisfaction. Just as the fire is consuming the logs, so does the lover consume his lover as well. The fire is not quick to burn, but lingering instead, as if to enjoy every small sliver to come its way. Love making is the same, it is not something to hurry, it is to be savored. It is to be long lasting, it is to be satisfying to the lover and lovee, it is to be most of all erotic and leave you wanting more. Like the fire that is burning, the fire is never out, it is only relocated. Love making needs to be where it can when it can, love making needs to be UNCONDITIONAL, love making is a fine art that needs to be created and re-worked until you get perfection, and sense this is not a perfect world, well, you guessed it, I am smiling from ear to ear. Nothing more needs to be said about that. 15 March insignificanceIn the significance of life we are merley walking through a kaliedoscope of emotions. I mean think about it, when you take a look at our very being it is relatively basic. However, it is only when you pull in an emotion from the depths of your soul that our understanding of life as we know it becomes complicated.
Let's take a look. The emotion of anger encapsulates a tremendous amount of energy by the force it harnesses, then you add yourself to the picture and now the force has a host. Energy is always in motion, thus equals anger. Now should the emotion of fear step in, well that is a whole new ball game. Fear is an advocate for nothing by itself, at best it is heart stopping and at its worst, it is death, pretty final. Love, is well love is a lot of different things, it requires directions, so you need to read them, it requires close attention from all angles, so you have to pay attention, it even requires many other things such as studing, understanding, patience, humility, forebearance, eagerness, willingness and much much more, then once again you add yourself to element and OH MY GOSH!!! now look, we are really scrambbling. Why, you would think that there was a bunch of rookies trying to be long time River Dancers and yep, you guessed it, they don't know what in the world they are doing. Sound familiar.
There are a ton of emotions out there and as we walk through life, we go through that forest until death finds us. No, we really don't have a choice. Oh we can make a choice to do this or do that, but those choices still have their own set of rules and yep, emotions, so you see, you can't escape, they will find you.
When you stop and think about the whole picture, we really don't bring much into the equation other than we bring the chaos and it is not even organized. We are our own worst enemy, however, not knowing any different, what are we to do, just deal with it ? Guess that is all there is to do.
Take care!
Chow!
Ren 13 March how do we knowHow do we know who we really are? How could we know, when all of our life we are taught to be like someone else. From the time we are born, we are taught to speak by many people and all of them are different. We are taught to walk, we are taught how to write and so on and so on. So when is it in our lives when we in fact find ourselves and start re-shapping the us we once knew or do we. There are many changes we go through in life some are great, some are chaos ( like puberty), some are disappointing ( like the innocence of childhood), some however are unbelievable like (our first love, our first kiss (even if it wasn't that great then), our first orgasim and yes this list could go on. Did you ever stop to think how you are constantly changing something about you whether it be for yourself or someone else you want to impress or just staying with the status quo. We are so busy changing little things about us and doing things this way because someone says or changing and doing it this because someone else changed your mind. So with all of these changes, how in the world do you know who you are? Is it that deep in the gut knowing of who you are because you are proud of the way you feel about yourself, is it the feeling of self content, is it that special tone in your voice the boast of your confidence in your self? I don't have these answers, I was just wondering. How in the world do we ever know who we really are if we are busy being everything else everyone else wants us to be. I don't know who I am other than me! and for most part, that is perfect, I LIKE ME! and I hope you like the me in you too.
Chow!
Love Ren 12 March Crazy DaysWell it has been a while since I was here and I am sorry for that. For those who have come by and dropped a line, I am saying thank you for your patience with me replying back. My gosh! It has been crazy. My children, being in the sports and plays that they are in all got to the point where they were all happening at the same time or one after another and another and another. They really have worn me out. However, with a sigh of relief, all the sports and plays are over. I am not happy that they are over, but because, they are not all going on at the same time. It was getting to the point where I was going to have to make a choice on who or which one to go to and that would have just sucked, because no matter which way you would go, one would think that they were being chosen over another, and that is just the nature of a child. However, I was spared. The girls finished winning their little tournament and Joe finished 12-0 in wrestling ( all pins) and #1 in 180lb weight class for eighth graders, also winning first place in tourney and my oldest boy Nick was a smash at his high school play. This was Nick's last performance before graduation and I must say he went out with a bang. The plays, there were two, were absolutely wonderful, all of the kids did a fantastic job. Nick, is like a bulldog with a bone, when he sinks his teeth into something, he just doesn't let go. He is going on to college to be an attorney, unless he changes his mind. God help you if you go up against him. This child will argue with the devil if he believes he is right, and win!!! As for the girls and Joe, well, it is just to soon to tell. They are my athletes so time will tell. I am proud of all of my children. I have always been athletic and love to compete and I have and do see that in my children. While they are not all into sports, they still all like to compete in one way or another. I only hope that as the years go by and those that have already passed, that they realize the importance of winning and better yet, the grace of a lose. No one wants to lose, but it has to happen sometimes for many reasons. Just the same, they need to know how to lose with grace and dignity.
Well, having said all of that, I should probably get going, why, because now I can finish doing nothing which is what I have done all day.
Do take care.
Chow!
Ren 03 March untitledWhere does desire come from and why do we have it? What is it about us that we always seem to be wanting something. Think about it. We want a new pair of shoes, we want a new car, we want a new job, we want, we want, we want!!! Is is that we are so spoiled that nothing is good enough, or are we inheriantly never satisfied? I mean really what is is? There are so many things we need to be thankful for. There are so many ways that things could be worse, while no, I don't want to think about them, that is the reality of life.
I was taught all of my life to be happy with what you've got, because it is better than nothing at all. To this day, I struggle with that very teaching. I do not ever wish to be known as ungreatful, so why is that there is always something else tempting up to buy or want?
We really must be a bunch of picky people huh.
Not all that we want is for selfish reasons, or any reason at all, so where does wanting come from? Why is it that when we already have really great stuff, it is never quite good enough or we put stipulations on it.
Well, I should have been in bed by now, so sweet dreams.
Take care.
Chow!
Ren 28 February long daySilently I walked into a room with a fire burning softly. The room smelled of fresh for the smell of rain was coming through a window that was slightly open. I was tired and anxious all at once and not knowing why. I walked over to the four poster bed that was drapped with beautiful white curtains and the bed was made with lots of wonderfully soft pillows and covers of a deep rich orange. I lay there thinking I was in heaven and thought sleep will surely find me. It must have for the next time I was aware of anything there he was in my room, there was soft music playing and I noticed the fire had be rekindeld. His voice familiar in tone, yet his face unshowing. His warm hands reached out to me, yet I was not afraid, I tried to see who it was yet saw nothing, I tried to speak but could not. He put his finger softly to my lips saying all would be just fine. He asked me to roll over and in doing so, he removed my robe exposing my bare back. I felt him straddle my back and heard him saying I am going to give you a massage. The oil was warm on his hands and they felt incredible. The ran upward along the my spine falling down around the sides in a long, soft motion. I felt his out stretched fingers kneeding lightly into my shoulders, down and back around. The world that I had known before my slumber was drifting away, each time his hands would go up and come down. Tenderly he worked his hands down toward my bottom working in a circular motion and ending up on the outside of my hips. I recall thinking to myself, this can't be happening. Still as I lay there taking in each and every moment, there was no speaking, yet I strained just to hear him breath. You see, I still do not know who it is nor why he is there. His touch is incredible , the warmth in his hands is intoxicating and I find my mind and body longing for more than just this massage. I wanted him. Howevr, out of fear of being rejected, I silently waited. Wondering to myself what was I doing and at the same time hearing my heart say, you need to just let things happen and see where it leads. As time passed, the massage was taken from my back and applied to the front of me where I found his touch to be even more gentle. There was a desire in his touch, there was tenderness in the kiss applied to ear. My body shook with nervous anticipation. Still not being able to see his face, I could feel his body ever closer to mine. Once again, I tried to speak but that words had vanished and were replaed with the touch of his lips to mine. As the moon kisses the night sky, so did his lips to mine. I feel his body above me as my hands travel his body feeling every inch as if it was going to tell me who this was. Still not knowing what was to come, I did not care, I only knew that I longed for more. Alas, just as quickly and silently as he came, he was gone. My heart was devastated and my body ached, the stress that had found during the day had now taken my night too.
Sweet dreams!
Chow!
Ren paint me a colorPaint me a color? What would it be? Color is the very thing we notice all around us. Red is not just red, it is many shades, it has many moods, it takes on many shapes. Blues, brown, purples, blacks, yellows, organes and the list goes on. Life itself paints many colors of us, almost like a child mimickin another on a playground. If you were to paint those colors what do you think you would see. People always seem to put red and anger together, or blue and saddness together or green with envy. Why I wonder. Red is a bold, happy color to me rich with life. Blue is soft an inviting, there is nothing sad here and green is a rich robust color. I know that they all have different hues and not all of them do I like as well as others, but they fit in our lives much more than we know. Instead of branding a color to fit the mood, maybe we should brand a color or colors to fit our lives.
If I were to make mention of the colors I adore the most to paint a picture of me, yes, you guessed it, they would be in rich reds, oranges, browns, and purples, then there were would have to be some bold blues and yes as always, black. A life without color is dull and boring, so if you don't like the colors you are seeing, then you mix another color into it and give it some flare.
So if you had to paint me or yourself a color what would it be?
Chow!
Ren  26 February looking for a special placePlaces to Kiss Your Love
Well, these are just a few places to place a kiss, you have read about the showers, you have read about the rain, you have read about the honeymoon, now you know from where I came. Chow! Ren What color says about youThe clothes you wear, your home furnishings and the car you drive all give clues to your sexual personality. The key is the colors you select for your possessions. Most people claim they haven't a favorite color. But look around you, and you'll notice a pattern, especially in your clothing and home decor. The predominant color for you is the one that appears most frequently -- it's the one that mirrors the sexual you. A panel of psychologists, speaking at the 1975 Home Interior Design Forum, explained the association between color and sexual patterns.
Red:
Pink:
Green:
Orange:
Brown:
Gray:
White: My favorite color is red, like you couldn't guess that with the back ground. Please read the following if so desired and tell me what color you are. Yes, you need to be honest about it. My second color of choice if I had to pick would be a brilliant blue, which I have spoke of in times past too. Chow! Love Ren A moment in timeA moment in time, where does it come from and why does it leave? Is it our saving grace or is it a thief? A moment in time, is it a creation of chance or a leap of faith?
A moment is time, is it meant to be shared or left to stand alone?
A moment in time is what you make of it. It cannot be owned, it cannot be branded, it can be enjoyed, it can be scorned it can be hated. There have been millions and millions of time come and go and so many more than we know to come.
So what will you do with your moment in time? Have I been productive with mine you ask? Sometimes. Did I always capitalize on the moment. No, because stupidity and pride have a way of making their presence known. Yeah, I know I am the only one that could change yet, but I did not, I am also the only one to allow it.
A moment in time comes only once, while some are very, very similiar, they are never alike, so now, when a moment presents itself, I always, always, make sure the door is open.
Besides, it has been my finding that the moments in time that are allowed to be for me, tend to come with wonderful bliss!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Gotta go for now!
Chow!
Ren another dayWell once again a new day is here. As my day is half gone from what I am used, I find myself feeling a little guilty. Never the less life goes on.
I watch the sun dance through the window shades. It is like watching the bubbles in a champaing glass race to the top. Even they are working themselves silly. Never taking time to enjoy the simple things or embracing the moment will be the downfall of us. Why, because we will never see it coming until it has us. Oh we can fool ourselves and say oh we will know, yet time and time again, so many have indeed tricked themselves and was not the wiser of the two.
Make sure to always find a quiet spot for yourself to enjoy the warmth of the sun, or the beauty of the night, even if it is only for a few short minutes. That time is to enjoy what is around you, not to be used on the anger and struggles life creates for us to agonize over.
So much to see and so little time to see it all in.
Chow!
Ren 25 February CascadingCascading down, yes, delicately cascading down in a rush of fury, however with tenderness that only desire can understand. I stand in silence feeling a million delicate fingers caressing my entire being. Are they robbing me, no, they are enjoying me and creating an ambiance of emotions like I have never felt. With my eyes open, I can see nothing, but my senses know everything. As the water rushes forward like the fragrance from rose on a breezy day, my body is overwhelmed with sensations not previously ever experienced. Still looking, but not finding, I can feel each caress of exploration on my body, willingly I give into the longing. The feeling of satisfaction is like none we can explain, we can only live and feel. Satisfaction is what we are driven by, just as the water cascades over me, so does the sensation of satisfaction. Can you feel it? Isn't it marvelous. It is not lust driven, it is desire and longing driven. It is not rushed, it is lasting until I say stop, do I say stop, no, there is always an understanding known. Yes, you know what it is, it is SATISFACTION. It alone is enough to stop any man in his tracks and take the breath of any woman alive. Still as I stand the water cascades down and nothing but the calm release coming over me. My body glows with bliss and my vision once again clears to see no one there, but a smile on my face says, you didn't have to be. I brought you here and you never even knew it.
See, there you are.
Chow!
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