Damnsle Inthis-Dress

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Wednesday, November 30, 2005

More of what men SHOULD say to women, but never actually do, except in songs, and in most cases those songs are probably written by women anyway...

I see you:
The way your smile doesn’t simply appear on your face;
it grows, spreads, rises like the sun.
The way you toss your head to get your hair out of your eyes,
flicking your tresses back in a deep pleasure that you don’t even notice.
The way you move with unselfconscious grace,
suddenly becoming clumsy when you notice me seeing you.
The way your eyes take in everything around you,
focusing on that which pleases you, dismissing that which does not.
The way your emotions are plain on your face,
yet the cause of your moods is still an unsolvable mystery.
The way your face glows and your eyes brighten
because you are happy to see me when I come home.
The way you move to let me know you want me
without ever saying a single word.
The way your skin becomes flushed and your breath quickens
when I put my mouth to your breast and gently suck.
The way your body responds to my touch in sensuous waves,
arching your back and writhing beneath me in ecstasy.
The way your body trembles and your muscles quiver
when you are in the midst of the orgasm I brought you to.
The way your love pours out of your soul into mine,
a tangible, fragile, powerful, all-encompassing force
that brings me to my knees.
I watch you.
I know you.
I love you.

I see you.


Blogger Calzone said...

I don't care if we have sex when I see you. I want to kiss you, and smell you and know you are there, that you exist, that it's real.

Can I have like 20 bucks?

1/12/05 00:24  
Blogger damnsle said...

Sure. I like kissing and I smell great, but I don't have a firm grip on reality in the best of times, so I can't promise that I exist.

I'll give you the 20 if you lend it to me fist.

1/12/05 00:43  
Blogger Übermilf said...

Calzone... are you misbehaving? Because I could pump your worthless hide full of bullets and bury you in my backyard, and no one would miss you.

Damsel, I enjoy your site. I'll be back, but right now I have enchiladas in the oven for dinner.

1/12/05 18:33  
Blogger damnsle said...

mmmmmmmmm Enchiladas....And here I am sucking down cheap red wine and eating cheese and humus for dinner. I need an Uberwife. And Calzone IS misbehaving! He made me feel special, he said all he could think of was me, he said he wanted me, but then I realized he said that to EVERY girl he meets! He must die horribly and painfully! He made me feel again only to break my heart! Sic 'em, Ubermilf!

1/12/05 19:16  

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