Just hearing his name my stomach flip flops just hearing his voice I'm held spellbound what if I didn't hear bells or feel butterfly palpitations or have every nerve tingling or see stars exploding with the thunder of fireworks or lose myself in his eyes as my body melds into his feeling wet when he's near or want to squeeze my legs tight to hold the feeling in or want to lose all decorum feeling desire to mount him with the tenacity of a tiger what if I didn't? But I do Is it love? You bet it is!
Since I stay so confused on this subject had to read this one. *smiles* Do you know some psychologists are now classifying what sounds like good, old-fashioned infatuation and passionate admiration as a disorder? Maybe they're inventing illnesses now so they can keep the masses trudging through their doors. LOL
"...just hearing his voice
I'm held spellbound..."
Dear Eileen,
As the wise old Sufi's say: "Let your ear lead you to your lover", and this you've done! They also say "know a person by what you say around them". You certainly say amazing things... So, it seems to be love, love, Love!!
Love, Suzie :-D
Steady on there, George... this lady might be comin in YOUR direction!! :)) This is totally fascinatin... I am just workin on somethin which I thought was gonna be kinda feathery and soft, like Jay's Yin Yang Butterfly this mornin... but must just be the way my mind and muse are goin cos it's comin out completely rough and different... must be all my meditatin on erotic mutability and Dale's Painted Bodies as well!! Heigh ho... why am I tellin you this? Not too sure, actually, but has somethin to do with collective consciousness, maybe, cos I've got tigers in mine, too, somewhere. Must be the fact that it is May and too damn cold for flip-flops that is making me aggressive... or the Wash Day Blues!! Think George would agree with you that I can be a bit of an old crow, but perhaps he won't mind too much if he sees the commendations! TY... and I won't talk about pelvic floor exercises here! :)) Sorry, I just get worse... It's Paul's fault... he sets me off... and where's Turner these days?? It's the cricket I spose. OK, I'm going... LOL K xx
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love and peace, Carole
I'm held spellbound..."
Dear Eileen,
As the wise old Sufi's say: "Let your ear lead you to your lover", and this you've done! They also say "know a person by what you say around them". You certainly say amazing things... So, it seems to be love, love, Love!!
Love, Suzie :-D
You bet it is! Nothing like raw and uncomplicated emotion to rivet the soul and "palpitate" the body.
Gripping treatise.
Peace,
B
Aberjhani
Paul;-)
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Regis
Hot and torrid....
Yep...It definitely is love...
Love
Peter
Love Tinka
Spellbinding verse
thanks for sharing
love and peace