It seems to me we can never give up longing and wishing while we are still alive for his or her touch. When the right words are said, To melt our very "Soul".There are certain things we feel to be passionate, beautiful and good, and we must hunger for them. What happens when the hunger for wanting turns to, a need to want and "Ravish" them.
It's makes it even harder when separated by time, marriage, or Distance. I don’t know what we
called it, Although it seems like
the spaces between seconds,
minutes, and hours. When you
think of them always in those intervals.
You image there touch, there kiss.
The wanting doesn't stop.They say "Love" is a hunger that one
can't get enough of. The longing
Keeps your Heart & Soul craving for it and the thoughts of having it goes deeper because It makes ones body "Quiver" with knowing that just there
Touch sets you on fire.
(I Touch Myself (Adult)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZSDRRpm3iX0&feature=youtube_gdata_player
What exactly are we longing for in life. Is it a satisfying touch in unknown places that can take us to a higher satisfaction of "Pleasure".
Now ask yourself ?,
Is it "Love" or "Lust".
Written by,
Anna Baty
7-17-12
Thoughts and Inspirational messages from a natural author. I haven't studied to be a writer but have learned how to use my tools to grow.
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July 17, 2012
February 1, 2012
How i remember you.
How i remember your touch,
I would say it was like silk across my body.
How do i remember your kiss,
I would say your lips taste like sweet honey melon.
How do i remember your the color of your eyes,
I would say they were the color of a beautiful blue ocean.
How do i remember you holding me for the last time,
I would say it was a warm tense imbrace,
as you whispered softly in my ear.
"I Loved you." yesterday, today, and Forever,
Then he slowly slipped away in the comfort of my arms.
Written by, Anna Baty, 1-31-12

How do i remember your kiss,
I would say your lips taste like sweet honey melon.
How do i remember your the color of your eyes,
I would say they were the color of a beautiful blue ocean.
How do i remember you holding me for the last time,
I would say it was a warm tense imbrace,
as you whispered softly in my ear.
"I Loved you." yesterday, today, and Forever,
Then he slowly slipped away in the comfort of my arms.
Written by, Anna Baty, 1-31-12
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