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?

Saturday's Sass......Easy On The Eyes, Hard On The Heart!

Do you think Wrangler know what this does to women? I would think it would open them up to all kinds of lawsuits. LMAO! Lord knows there are lots of things a woman would do for some of that!! Is that Wrong??????? It's all about the little things....the small pleasures in life. Mmmmm.....I need me some small pleasures, here directly!!! Apparently, I have been single for far too long

I Want Wednesdays: I Want You To Want Me

I want kissing in the snow, knowing glances, and whispered promises.

I want forvever, the one who gets me, my other half.

I want inside jokes, snuggling, and movies to keep me warm.

I want to hold hands and see penguins at the zoo.

I want a weekend spent in bed. No, not for sleep.

I want hot and sweaty sometimes. And making out in the shower to cool off.

I want to know better how to touch in ways that won't be forgotten.

I want to share funnel cakes, friends, and live music.

I want it to be okay that I ramble relentlessly, that I think too much, and that I'm sassy.

I want a day of walking on the beach, lots of photos, and finishing the ends of sentances.

I want comfortable silence, talks about nothing, and everything.

I want laughter, tickling, wrestling, and spontaneity.

I want dinner making, a roaring fire in the fireplace, and a merlot with a good after taste.

I want long, slow, deep, wet kisses that last for three days for the appetizer, entree, and dessert.

I want lots of tasting, smelling, touching and listening.

I want rodeos, snow cones, and pick up trucks.

I want time to figure out what I want, time to find it, and time to enjoy it.

I want a real man who will spend a lifetime proving he's not like the rest, a cowboy with integrity, and heart that belongs to God.

I want the present. The here and now, where there isn't a past and there isn't yet a future.

I don't want assumptions or titles or expectations or rules.

I don't want to be made to feel like I am committing a felony by the want.

I want too much, not enough, and what I have.

I want there to be room for me....in you, whoever and wherever you are.

I want Tiffany jewelry, a chinchilla jacket, and Tony Lama Caimans.

I want sunsets on horseback, a cowboy of my own, and my punks.

I want honesty, integrity, and trust.

I want love, a gold band, and a lifetime.

It's good to want things........