I, alone, can not change the world
I am but a blip on the radar
A ripple on the stream
Who takes notice?
Sometimes all it takes is one small voice
To sing their song for peace and harmony
To start a chorus
Which leads to an choir
And then to an orchestra
To enrich the world
With the most beautiful noise
So I shall keep on singing
Until there’s collective love
In the world
Barb Ward
How will it feel
To have that spark- that flame- that fire
To be kissed, held, caressed, cherished, devoured
To feel passion again
I wonder
I dream
I desire
If only
If I could have a pretty face
Smaller nose
Sexy feet
And dainty toes
Hair full and lustrous
Eyes clear and bright
Hands soft and supple
Body smoking and light
What a beautiful sight~
Alas my body is worn
Aged and torn
Seen better days
Challenges born
Wrinkled and stretched
That’s the reality of life lived.
Yet my beauty lies within
Timeless and ageless
Shining and bright
My light never extinguished
What a beautiful sight!
In a dream , he had a red corset belt in his hands. He stood before me and wrapped it around my waist. Then he turned me around to fasten it in the back. His movements were seductive. After he fastened the belt, he took his right knee and brushed it slowly between the back of my legs. Slowly, oh so slowly, and playful. I could feel the tingle . The tingle became a spark of fire and then a slow burning flame. I was so turned on. He nuzzled my neck and I moaned in delight. I knew then that I was so sexually attracted to him.
In discovering me
I discovered you
So bright- so brave
So witty-so wily
You are the charmer
I am the charmed.
Enchanted and enthused
I can not look away
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