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WOW is this woman talented. This poem really touched me too. I agree whole heartedly and understand it completely. I hope it touches you as well.Please go to her website for more: http://www.oriahmountaindreamer.com/dreams.html Night Tears There is a crying that happens at night that does not come while the light is with us. There are things that cannot be evaded ... Read More
Have you ever felt this way about your man? I know I have. Here's to hoping I find it again. What a beautiful poem. I didn't write it, but it sure expresses exactly how I felt at one time. SpoutFierce Longing There are moments when making love when a door to something else opens. I am never prepared. There is no preparation for the way it takes me... Read More
I came across some interesting thoughts on happiness the other day and thought I'd share. Once you have seen the glow of happiness on the face of someone you love, you know that you can have no other vocation but to awaken that light on their face - Albert Calmus Consider the following. We humans are social beings. We come into the world as the result of others' actions. We survive here in dependence on others. Whether we like it or not, there is hardly a moment of our lives when we do no... Read More
Howdy From Texas! My name is Adam and I am new here. I would like to make some new friends and get to know more about the site. Every blog section has a life of its own and I'd like to make assimilation as smoothe as possible. (Yea, I sound like the Borg.Ha!Ha!) RESISTANCE IS FUTILE! I'd like to know who's who and what's what. I get along well with most people. Myself and two others have left a gay website due to the petty drama getting out of hand. I am checking out thi... Read More
Fantasy #1 - I am on a backpacking trekk through Italy by myself, at my current age. Spending a few days in Venice exploring the city maybe take a gondola ride with one of those 'cute' gondaleers. It is lunchtime on a beautiful spring day, blue skies shining on me. A quaint little bistro across the foot bridge from my hotel with outdoor tables shaded by pale yellow umbrellas. I walk over there and ask to be seated at a corner table. As I s... Read More
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