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Home is not just a physical address, it's an emotion, a state of mind, a feeling, a person.

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I have been too long without your taste
your perfume no longer lingers in the air
the bed no longer burns from our passion
come to me my love, do not leave a man wanting
let me show you how I've missed you...

gaze deep into my eyes and feel the fires
this body aches for the need of you
every fiber alive and begging for your touch
the delicate softness of your skin, silken
gently tracing your most feminine folds...

feel my passion building as I pull you close
bodies nestled, molded together as one
we sway, moving to that music only we hear
rubbing and caressing to an imaginary beat
one kiss and you've taken my breath...and give me life...

~LyniGirl

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For my beloved

Your words, my love, are a whispered promise, each syllable a lick of flame dancing across my skin. You crave a performance, a relentless encore until the very strings snap from overuse. Well, darling, consider yourself serenaded.

I'll be your maestro of pleasure, a conductor with devilish intent. My touch will be the bow, but not a gentle one. It will tease, it will taunt, each stroke a deliberate brushfire igniting a trail of desire along your exquisite form. Every gasp, a stolen note in our forbidden symphony, building a crescendo that will leave you begging for more.

Forget the orchestra, let their instruments gather dust. We'll write our own score, a raw, primal melody etched onto your skin with the heat of our stolen moments. Restraint? Let it be the forgotten language of fools. I want to see you unravel, a masterpiece exposed, every hidden corner yearning for my exploration.

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We'll push past every boundary, each touch a deliberate trespass on the borders of your pleasure. Let the world fade away, lost in the intoxicating symphony of our bodies tangled in forbidden bliss. We'll reach a fever pitch, a beautiful dissonance that shatters into a silence thick with unspoken desire.

And when the sweet echoes of our performance finally fade, know this, my love: in the wreckage of this ecstasy, we'll find a new rhythm, a deeper connection. You'll be the melody that haunts my every waking moment, and I, the echo of your pleasure that reverberates against your very soul. But remember, darling, this performance is just the beginning. There will be countless encores, each more exhilarating than the last. Consider yourself warned.

~ Tanel

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What I have needed to learn the hard way is that women don’t want us to fix their emotions.

They don‘t want us to make sense of them.
They don‘t need us to fully understand them.
Not even always feel compassionate about them.

What women crave most is that we are present with their emotions.

And that we don‘t treat them like they are the 7th world wonder we have never seen or experienced within ourselves.

That‘s it.

No immediate repair.
No immediate defending.
No immediate reaction.

Just be there and don‘t run.
Taking care of what‘s happening inside yourself.
While she is being expressive.

Actually very simple.

But when we try to fix her emotions,
we often unintentionally break her heart.

And it‘s not our fault because when we were dragged away from ourselves as boys by broken people…

… presence is something we have unlearned for survival.
And reintegrating it, feels like learning how to walk again.

~ Rafael Sontaya

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i honor myself when i honor my temple. but my temple has commandments. thou shalt not feast on words that taste like untruths. thou shalt not inhale oxygen that suffocates your own, sweet worth. and thou shalt never compromise your soul, even when it feeds the soul of another.

~ ullie kaye

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