Réduire l'imagination à l'esclavage, quand bien même il y irait de ce qu'on appelle grossièrement le bonheur, c'est se dérober à tout ce qu'on trouve, au fond de soi, de justice suprême. La seule imagination me rend compte de ce qui peut être, et c'est assez pour lever un peu le terrible interdit ; assez aussi pour que je m'abandonne à elle sans crainte de me tromper.
JE PREFERE ETRE DETESTEE POUR CE QUE JE SUIS QUE D'ETRE AIMEE POUR CE QUE JE NE SUIS PAS.
« Le beau est toujours bizarre. Je ne veux pas dire qu'il soit volontairement, froidement bizarre, car dans ce cas il serait un monstre sorti des rails de la vie. Je dis qu'il contient toujours un peu de bizarrerie, de bizarrerie non voulue, inconsciente, et que c'est cette bizarrerie qui le fait être particulièrement le Beau. »
You whisper into my ear Sweet things that make me weak, Then you look into my eyes With your mysterious provocative gaze, Causing you to touch my skin To feel the burning of your flames, Caressing me with a love that is real, Then you kiss me... As I feel your wet eager lips Our hungry tongues indulging in their craving, To feel the poison... Of your blood boiling throughout your soul Sending electrify emotions Stimulating pure intoxication, As your hands flows over me; Touching every curve and every part of me... It seems I move my legs apart automatically, As you lift me on the mystical ride While my body you know I will guide, Just listen to our song Making love all night long, The flames of passion, desire and love Is taking control over us, You put your hands in my breast, As I feel a sensation so exciting, When you kiss my nipples with your eager lips Every time you do that, It gets more and more fulfilling Let me feel those sensations, As I feel you deep inside me Feeling a rage so incredible to resist, As all I want is to let go Of all this love I have in store, You got me twisting... But... Is from the fire lit inside my being My body is slippery everywhere, I scream... Please, harder and harder, I call out your name... Crying out in anguished bliss A slight sigh... ''A gasp for air'' This fire is so immense So full of energy and heat, Even water could not quench This fire inside of me, Cause your love... Always will remain Burning there endlessly, Cause you make my erotic senses rise, While you take me higher and higher Than I have ever been In the mystical ride of yours, That I just can't get enough Because without you and your love, There would not be a hot sexual taste in me. ..
There is a storm that rages, It rages all around us,
At times we must take shelter, From the storm that rages.
You make seek shelter from the Storm at your home,
You may seek shelter from the Storm or even under a tree.
But there is a storm that rages Within us in some greater than Any storm from nature.
That storm rages at times, Completely out of control.
That storm goes by many names Abuse, depression, lonleyness, Personal loss, heartache, being Overwhelmend by things that Are out of our control. Diseases Such as bipolar, depression, loss Of self worth.
Do not fret, or give up there is Shelter from the storm for you , All you have to do is ask. Ask ??? Yes !! And never give up until you Find the help you need, many may Find it in pills, some may find it In work, But you will always find The shelter that you need from The storm in the arms of those who Truly love us. Not the pretenders, The ones that want to be your friend Only when the sun shines. Find that Special person who would rather Be the stars that shine down on you In your darkest times.
We call them friend, lover, or even Just a kind stranger who is there at The right time. May we all find shelter from our Storms that rage inside. If you are ever at a Loss as to who that person is it would be My honor and pleasure to be called friend Master Dark Wolf
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