The Magic Of His Kiss

He kissed me and nothins been the same since. I miss him. I freely admit it. I wanted him to fight for me, for us. I crave this man. I realize that it isn't to be. He’s made his choice. I can't forget him. I realize the memory of his face will fade in time. Yet his kiss is burned into my brain as somethin that a woman never forgets.......

I dreamt of my cowboy last night. I dreamt he kissed me again and again. I'm not talking some peck on the cheek or lips, or some systematic tongue wrestle. Yeah, okay...so, I have a lip fetish, and when I see or think about beautiful lips, I imagine how I'd like to kiss them. The frustratin thing is that although I've kissed some beautiful lips, I've never had an amazin, out-of-body-experience, crazy-passionate kiss before. Until HIM. And he kissed me.

When he kisses me, it isn't like some horny man going through the motions of foreplay because he HAS to. He isn't trying to lead UP to somethin - his KISS was the main dish, and the sex...the dessert.

This man kisses me so wild and freely. He caresses my face, grabs my hair, teases my lips and pulls at them with his. There are no words that can justify the passion!!! He kisses me hard, and then kisses me soft...smooth and aggressive...all in one. He kisses me on top, flips me over, and kisses me some more. His kiss speaks volumes and always manages to convey somethin left unsaid....because words were simply not needed.

This is so feverish and hot...and I swear....I....LOSE...CONTROL.

His kiss stops me dead in the water, and leaves me vulnerable beyond belief.

He kisses me like I'd never been kissed...IN. MY. LIFE.
He's so sexy to me, and his mouth is no different. I can't stop thinkin about it. His lips are just full enough, never cracked or chapped, and look as soft as his skin is. Frankly, his mouth makes me hungry for more. I could kiss his lips forever.

I would give anything to hear him murmur, 'Baby Girl!' To hear the sound of him sigh. To look into my oilfield cowboy's eyes and see all I need to know.......

How do you forget that?

All I Want For Christmas Is You (My Chemical Romance Version).....

Since Christmas is fast approaching, I'm makin' a list and checking it twice. However, this list isn't a list of what I'm going to get my loved ones. This is a list of what I want, my hearts desires, if you will.


So here it goes:


- I want a lottery ticket that's the big winner. I want that sucker to be worth a hundred mil. I actually play the lottery when I can remember to buy a ticket and always the same numbers. This weekend I won $47 and so now I'm jonesin' for the big one. If you're gonna dream, go big!


- I want a foo foo dog. Some cute little purse sized pooch that will be a nice companion for me while at the same time filling that nurturing void left by two sons who are growing up (too fast) and becoming less cuddly. I want to put bows in its fur or rhinestones on its collar and dress it in cute little clothes…..I want another Shih Tzu.


- I want a new drug, that gives me patience, so I don't want to kill every stupid person who crosses my path.


- I want a force field for around my pickup. I have had three accidents (two small fender benders, one more significant wreck) during the last two years, none of which were my fault. Prior to that? No accidents since I was twenty. Guess I was making up for lost time this year. Anyway, as expected, my insurance rates went up over $300 a year! So yea, a force field would be appreciated.


- I'd like a pool boy. Sure I don't have a pool anymore, but don't go gettin' all technical on me.


- I'd like a grandchild. BUT, I don't want either of my son's to father a child just yet. I don't know how you are going to work the logistics of this out, but it'd be cool if you could swing it somehow. We have my friend Andrea to thank for this. All I wanna do is hold Cinch and smell his little head but I haven't been able to this yet!


- I'd like a Girl Friday. Seriously, if someone could just come in once a week and run my errands, I'd be in heaven. As it is, I'm buried in hell ….and my errands won't wait.


- I want tickets to every decent concert that comes to town along with every sporting event known to man (at no charge!). I used to have season tickets to OSU's football games, but damn, they're expensive and I let my seats go. Wouldn't you know, they have the best season in years and no tickets. I have been to more concerts this year than ever before and good tickets are expensive…Heck, Crappy tickets are expensive….so this would be a great gift!


- I'd like to marry either George Clooney or Gary Allan. You decide, either works for me.


- What the heck, while I'm asking for the impossible could I throw in a request for a transporter? I hate driving (even more so since the whole wreck flurry), I am a typical woman driver, and it would be so efficient to just transport around here and there. By the way, if it could be a global transporter, all the better. Thanks.


- I want another new drug, that is all natural, cures that gettin old feeling, and keeps my boobs perky as a side effect.


- I'd like a maid who only uses the laundry soap, fabric softener, and dryer sheets I like. One that folds my clothes the way I like, the towels so they fit in the cabinet, and who hangs the linens on the line to dry, before ironing them and putting them away.


- I'd like a basement. I adore my little house, but I'd adore it even more if it had a basement.


- I'd like a membership to a local gym that caters to women only. You're going to have to build this gym because one that caters to women only does not exist within a reasonable distance to my house.


- I'd like to marry Kevin Costner or Val Kilmer. I have no real preference here, whichever you can strong arm into it.


- I'd like a lamp with a genie inside. Not a Barbara Eden type genie, I'll take the bald, buff genie dude like Vin Diesel or since I actually prefer older men, how about Bruce Willis, thankyouverymuch. I rub the lamp, he comes out and rubs my back and feet. Enough said.

- I'd like a nice ring to wear on my wedding finger since I lost my former one in a cattle pasture somewhere, I am hoping it will come with powers that repel douche bags, dumb asses, and posers. So far nothing else is working. It maybe my last hope......

- Truthfully, I have everything I need and consider myself more blessed than most. All I really want is the love of my life to show up this year….Really, not too much to ask for, is it?




The three things I lusted for this year, so if your feeling generous just let me know and I'll send you my address! :)

How about you? What's on your list?

She's more......

Male and female represent the two sides of the great radical dualism. But in fact they are perpetually passing into one another. Fluid hardens to solid, solid rushes to fluid. There is no wholly masculine man, no purely feminine woman. - Margaret Fuller

Pedicures. And O.P.I's Affair In Red Square and the perfect coral. Diamonds in Platinum. All accessories really. Including my vintage Chanel sunglasses, my pressed silver ring made from an 1820's luggage tag, and my grandmother's black pearls. New crushes. Riding on Monday mornings. Real Cowboys. Making out in the rain. Real Men. Listenin to my punks laugh. Wrangler butts. Passion. Being Fearless. Being Mom-mom. Honesty. Intuition. Not settling. Eye contact. Passion. Chick flicks. Paying it forward. Being delicate. Strong too. Crisp white button downs and a cocked hat. Push up bras and cleavage. Pretty panties. Lace and yes, even a little pink. Turquoise full quill ostrich boots. Porn Star hair. Girls night out and hysterical pick up lines or not. Nights when we just wanna have fun. Feeling sexy. Branding cattle. A terrific read. A stolen glance. Men in chinks. An intelligent opinion. Peterbilts. Confidence. A wink. Flirting. Wanting what you have. A kiss on the neck. Holding hands. Perfume. Bijan to Pleasures to Giorgio Red to Victoria's Secret Pink. Smelling good is an art.

Kissing my father good night. Being his daughter. Roping as well as a man. My punks and being the not so perfect mother. Having no regrets. Reading too much into things. Crying. Really, it's a pressure valve. Sometimes it just needs to open up. Getting to know me. Soft skin. Smooth legs after shaving. Straight leg blue jeans. Dr. Pepper. My bible and its worn pages. Sleeping in boxers. Wispy tendrils of hair that fly up to the sunroof while I'm driving. Cranking up Cross Canadian Ragweed's Alabama, just cause I can. Letting men be gentlemen. Blue eyes. Door opening and such. New mascara. God's country. Good conversation for hours. Giving good "Mind." Politics. Hips. My bra size. The curve of me. Throw pillows and tickling in bed. Forgiveness. Intimate Moments. Window shopping. Shopping once a year, the day after Thanksgiving. Caring about thread counts and napkin rings and hand towels and picture frames. Pillow talk. The sex that comes before. The fitting together of it all. Baking. Tan lines. Or not. Sun dresses. Strapless anything. Skiing in waist deep powder. Aveda soy wax candles. Someone who gets me. Or just loving me as I am. Sweet Nothings. Little dogs that fit into handbags with names like Macy and Cody. I'm almost ashamed to admit I own two. A cowdog named Hank. Baths with bubbles. Long rides in a new place. Hot showers with another. Knowing that wanting more doesn't make you less of anything. Being "LOST". Being called "Baby Girl" and liking it. Watching mustangs run and understanding the word majestic. A kiss seared into your memory.

Fresh wild flowers on my bedside table. Monogrammed stationary with silver E's swirled on the front. Self confidence. Loving what I do. Great hands. New Lipsticks. Being sassy. Ponytails. Strong, fast horses. A great smile. A knowing glance. A caress. Being the smartest person in a room. Laying in a hay field under the stars. Knowing you are needed. Having a handful of friends I'd give my life for. Wrap around porches. Desire. A slow dance in the kitchen. Fitting perfectly in the nook. Feeling beautiful naked, without artificial supplement, in front of the mirror, after my morning shower. Simply, that my body is mine even if it is not perfect. A glass of sweet tea brought out to the fields. Being the girl next door. It's good being a girl. And not minding it one bit! Sarcasm. A gold band. Being on the back of a BSA with my hair in the wind. Not living for another's opinion. Not minding being different. Unconditional love. Pursuing what I want. Belief in myself. Belief in God and his plan for me. Knowing the end is near. Watchin my punks become men I am proud of, as they are the best part of me. Hearing God speak.

…did I mention sexy heels, handmade cowboy boots, and expensive purses? Handmade gifts from the punks. The sun on my face. Not minding my hair turning gray. Wit. Playin in the dirt. The perfect little black dress, that's ten years old. The smell of home. Taking a million picture. Skinny dippin. Being God's child. Cooking with love. Memories that are priceless. Being outspoken. Chivalry. Life in Oklahoma. Saying goodbye and meaning it. Laundry dried on the line. Trust. Integrity. A handshake that means something. Quilting like my granny taught me. Comfort foods. Starting over. Having a crush. Watchin a man work. Crown Royale. The NFR. Fishin at dusk. A clean house. Making mistakes and learning from them. Bonfires. Being thrilled at the thought of someone else finding what makes them happy. Foghorn Leghorn. Thunderstorms. Liking myself. Tree stands. A clean pick-up. Writing. A random act of kindness. My oldest punks first date. My youngest punk explaining God's perfect love to me. Ballard's milkshakes and banana snow cones. Being able to truly take care of myself. Happy Bunny. Lonesome Dove. Understanding Ayn Rand. Being open minded. Knowing that loving someone means putting their happiness above your own. Ridin fences. Having realistic expectations. Fried pickles. County Fairs. Fireworks.

Second Chances. Christ's Blood. Newborn colts. Bottle calves. Taking a risk. Being alone but not lonely. Apologizing sincerely. Feeling Blessed. Having my hair washed. Breakin ice. Observing people. Truly listening when someone talks. Tie dyes. My maternal grandparents leading by example. Laughing at myself, out loud. Concerts. Someone complimenting the punks on their manners. Writing letters. Having a secret admirer. Mucking stalls. Worshiping God the way HE deserves. Pride in my accomplishments. Being at peace. Occasionally being naive. Fireflies. Knowing what it's like to have it all and to lose it all. And rambling, because it is who I am and what I do!

speak truth. speak no lies. speak of you and me. speak of nothing and everything in between. speak life so you know you're alive. speak well and speak loud. speak laughter and love. speak often. speak easy.

Talk Hard….