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It has been one year, Four months, and four days Since you became my boyfriend. Ironically, today is my birthday. I'm lying here, so scared that you can tell I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing. Your eyes and lips are giving different instructions. You say just to do what comes naturally But your eyes tell me exact directions to get there. Exactly sixteen years ago I was born. Is it quite possible you don't know what you're doing, either? Your lips find mine for a sweet, blissful kiss as The whole of me trembles under your touch. So soft, smooth, slipping over my flesh As I gasp for breath. You hold me so near as if you're Afraid I'll fly away Out of your reach Away from your grasp No one is home Except the two of us You are here to take me to The party that was supposed to be A surprise. I knew all along, but my parents should Have known not to let you come to get me My party dress is lying on the floor Along with what you were wearing Almost ripped from each other's bodies as We were both hit by a wave of Burning desire. You're twirling my hair around your Finger as I lie here Forgetting that there is a world Outside these walls Forgetting that, in a short second We have to return to that world. I pick up my dress, Determined not to allow my friends To see the new burning light In my eyes, Begging to be taken again But knowing there is no time. You take my hand as we Walk out the door, Quiet resolve that you won't Let this change anything at all. I'm allowed to date now, But I don't think I will I'll sit home on Fridays, My friends all with their friends, Talking to you on the phone. You left for college Four months ago and you Haven't been back until tonight. So what if I'm 16 and you're 18? As in the words of someone wise Age ain't nothing but a number. I am LeSheen– The one who shines You told me so What seems like Very long ago. We're in the parking lot, My parents waiting expectantly for The look of sheer surprise on my face When I see them there. The only surprise was when You took me and made me Your very own Happy birthday to me But this present's for you.

Never

Never have I seen your face Still, your eyes are known to my mind Dark and burning through my life Filled with lust and fire Never have I heard your voice But it whispers your song in my ear In perfect harmony To a lonely ballad Never have I kissed your lips Though I feel their velvet touch The dew they place upon my mouth Hot breath mixed with my own Never have I felt your caress Yet my skin knows your touch Your pressing urgency makes Flesh quiver and muscles twitch Never have I known you Still, every night as darkness closes my eyes Beside me there you are My love, my fantasy

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5 Kinds of Sex The first is Smurf Sex. This happens during the honeymoon period; you both keep doing it until you're blue in the face. The second is Kitchen Sex. This is at the beginning of the marriage; you'll have sex anywhere, anytime, even in the kitchen. The third kind is Bedroom Sex. You've calmed down a bit, perhaps have kids, so you gotta do it in the bedroom. The fourth kind is Hallway Sex. This is the phase in which you pass each other in the hallway and say, "Screw you!" There is also a fifth kind of sex: Courtroom Sex. This is when you get divorced and your wife screws you in front of everyone in the courtroom. Chores on the Farm A young boy comes down to breakfast one morning. His mother asks, "Have you done your chores yet?" "No," replies the boy, "but could I have breakfast first?" "You know the rules, go outside and clean the chicken coop, milk the cow and feed the pigs." The boy goes down to the chicken coop and lazily cleans it. When he is finished he he kicks a chicken. Next, we walks to the barn and takes out the old milking cow. After milking her thoroughly, he kicks her. Then the boy gets the food and feeds the pigs. Once he is done he kicks a pig. Finally, the boy runs back to his house, very hungry. His mother gives him a plate with nothing on it but an apple. Disappointed, the boy says, "Where's my eggs, my milk and my sausage?" "Well," says his mother, "I saw you kick a chicken, so now you don't get eggs. I saw you kick the cow, so now you don't get milk. I saw you kick the pig, so nowyou don't get any sausage." Just then, the boy's father walks in and kicks the cat. The boy says to his mother, "Should I tell him now, or do you want to?" Diary of a Blonde Cook Monday: Now home from our honeymoon and settled in our new home. It's fun to cook for Bill. Today I made an angel food cake and the recipe said, "beat 12 eggs separately." Well, I only had four bowls, so I had to borrow eight more from the neighbors to beat the eggs in, but the cake turned out fine! Tuesday: I thought I'd surprise Bill with a fruit salad for supper. The recipe said "serve without dressing". Bill happened to bring a friend home for supper, and did they ever look surprised when I served that salad! Wednesday: I decided to serve rice and found a recipe which said, "wash thoroughly before steaming the rice". So I heated some water and took a bath before steaming the rice. I can't say it improved the rice any. Thursday:Today Bill asked for salad again. I tried a new recipe. It said, "prepare ingredients, then toss on a bed of lettuce one hour before serving." I went next door to my Mom's garden and tossed my salad into the bed of lettuce and stood over there one hour so the dog would not take it. Bill came over and asked if I felt all right. I wonder why? Friday: Today I found an easy recipe for cookies. It said, "put all ingredients in a bowl and beat it." Beat it I did, right over to my mom's house. There must have been something wrong with the recipe, because when I came back home again it looked the same as when I left it. Saturday: Bill went shopping today and brought home a chicken. He asked me to dress it for dinner. I sure don't know how chickens dress for dinner, but I found an old scarf and made a cute little pair of pants for it! I thought it looked darling! When Bill saw it he made a funny strangling sound and then counted very slowly to 10! Sunday: Today Bill'sfolks came to dinner. I wanted to serve roast, but all we had in the fridge was hamburger. So I put the hamburger in my new oven and set the control for "roast". The oven must not be working right because it still came out hamburger! Monday: I was going to bake bread today. The recipe said, "mix well and knead well. Then stand in a warm place until double in bulk." I just won't bake bread if I have to double in bulk! Shingles A man walked into a Doctor's office. "What do you have?" the receptionist asked. "Shingles,"he replied. She told him to sit down. Soon a nurse called him and asked, "What do you have?" "Shingles," he replied. She took his blood pressure, weight, and complete medical history. Then she took him to a room and told him to remove all of his clothes. After a few minutes the Doctor came in and asked,"What do you have?" "Shingles," the man told him. The Doctor looked him up and down and said,"Where?" "Out on the truck. Where do you want me to unload them? Two housewives were sitting on the porch of a giant mansion talking to each other. The first one said, "For my first anniversary, my husband gave me this 1/2 carat diamond ring." "That's real nice" said the second lady. "For my second, he gave me that Ferrari parked over there" said the first one. "That's real nice" answered the second lady. "And for my third anniversary, he gave this mansion" said the first lady. "That's real nice" said the second lady. "So, what do you get for your anniversary?" asked the first lady. "Well, my husband sent me to a manner school on my first anniversary" answered the second lady. "Why did he sent you to a manner school?" the first one asked. The second replied, "Well, I used to say 'who gives a crap'. Now I say, 'That's real nice'."

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5 Kinds of Sex The first is Smurf Sex. This happens during the honeymoon period; you both keep doing it until you're blue in the face. The second is Kitchen Sex. This is at the beginning of the marriage; you'll have sex anywhere, anytime, even in the kitchen. The third kind is Bedroom Sex. You've calmed down a bit, perhaps have kids, so you gotta do it in the bedroom. The fourth kind is Hallway Sex. This is the phase in which you pass each other in the hallway and say, "Screw you!" There is also a fifth kind of sex: Courtroom Sex. This is when you get divorced and your wife screws you in front of everyone in the courtroom. Chores on the Farm A young boy comes down to breakfast one morning. His mother asks, "Have you done your chores yet?" "No," replies the boy, "but could I have breakfast first?" "You know the rules, go outside and clean the chicken coop, milk the cow and feed the pigs." The boy goes down to the chicken coop and lazily cleans it. When he is finished he he kicks a chicken. Next, we walks to the barn and takes out the old milking cow. After milking her thoroughly, he kicks her. Then the boy gets the food and feeds the pigs. Once he is done he kicks a pig. Finally, the boy runs back to his house, very hungry. His mother gives him a plate with nothing on it but an apple. Disappointed, the boy says, "Where's my eggs, my milk and my sausage?" "Well," says his mother, "I saw you kick a chicken, so now you don't get eggs. I saw you kick the cow, so now you don't get milk. I saw you kick the pig, so nowyou don't get any sausage." Just then, the boy's father walks in and kicks the cat. The boy says to his mother, "Should I tell him now, or do you want to?" Diary of a Blonde Cook Monday: Now home from our honeymoon and settled in our new home. It's fun to cook for Bill. Today I made an angel food cake and the recipe said, "beat 12 eggs separately." Well, I only had four bowls, so I had to borrow eight more from the neighbors to beat the eggs in, but the cake turned out fine! Tuesday: I thought I'd surprise Bill with a fruit salad for supper. The recipe said "serve without dressing". Bill happened to bring a friend home for supper, and did they ever look surprised when I served that salad! Wednesday: I decided to serve rice and found a recipe which said, "wash thoroughly before steaming the rice". So I heated some water and took a bath before steaming the rice. I can't say it improved the rice any. Thursday:Today Bill asked for salad again. I tried a new recipe. It said, "prepare ingredients, then toss on a bed of lettuce one hour before serving." I went next door to my Mom's garden and tossed my salad into the bed of lettuce and stood over there one hour so the dog would not take it. Bill came over and asked if I felt all right. I wonder why? Friday: Today I found an easy recipe for cookies. It said, "put all ingredients in a bowl and beat it." Beat it I did, right over to my mom's house. There must have been something wrong with the recipe, because when I came back home again it looked the same as when I left it. Saturday: Bill went shopping today and brought home a chicken. He asked me to dress it for dinner. I sure don't know how chickens dress for dinner, but I found an old scarf and made a cute little pair of pants for it! I thought it looked darling! When Bill saw it he made a funny strangling sound and then counted very slowly to 10! Sunday: Today Bill'sfolks came to dinner. I wanted to serve roast, but all we had in the fridge was hamburger. So I put the hamburger in my new oven and set the control for "roast". The oven must not be working right because it still came out hamburger! Monday: I was going to bake bread today. The recipe said, "mix well and knead well. Then stand in a warm place until double in bulk." I just won't bake bread if I have to double in bulk! Shingles A man walked into a Doctor's office. "What do you have?" the receptionist asked. "Shingles,"he replied. She told him to sit down. Soon a nurse called him and asked, "What do you have?" "Shingles," he replied. She took his blood pressure, weight, and complete medical history. Then she took him to a room and told him to remove all of his clothes. After a few minutes the Doctor came in and asked,"What do you have?" "Shingles," the man told him. The Doctor looked him up and down and said,"Where?" "Out on the truck. Where do you want me to unload them? Two housewives were sitting on the porch of a giant mansion talking to each other. The first one said, "For my first anniversary, my husband gave me this 1/2 carat diamond ring." "That's real nice" said the second lady. "For my second, he gave me that Ferrari parked over there" said the first one. "That's real nice" answered the second lady. "And for my third anniversary, he gave this mansion" said the first lady. "That's real nice" said the second lady. "So, what do you get for your anniversary?" asked the first lady. "Well, my husband sent me to a manner school on my first anniversary" answered the second lady. "Why did he sent you to a manner school?" the first one asked. The second replied, "Well, I used to say 'who gives a crap'. Now I say, 'That's real nice'."
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While doing my search for this idea, I came across something interesting on the web. At a hospital the relatives gathered in the waiting room, where a family member lay gravely ill. Finally, the doctor came in looking tired and serious. Surveying the worried faces, the doctor said, "I'm afraid I'm the bearer of bad news. The only hope left for your loved one at this time is a brain transplant. It's an experimental procedure, very risky, you will have to pay for the brain yourselves." The family members sat silent as they absorbed the news. After a great length of time, someone asked, "Well, how much does a brain cost?" The doctor quickly responded, "$5,000 for a male brain, and $200 for a female brain." The moment turned awkward. Men in the room tried not to smile; avoiding eye contact with the women, but some actually smirked. One man, unable to control his curiosity, blurted out the question everyone wanted to ask, "Why is the male brain so much more expensive?" The doctor smiled at the childish innocence and said to the entire group, "It's just standard pricing procedure. We have to mark down the price of the female brains, because they've been used." Keeping all kidding aside, let’s answer this age old question; evaluate what we know up to this point, scientifically as well as culturally. Are women really superior to men? Now research is confirming that the brains of men and women are somewhat different. Studies show that human male brains are, on average, approximately 10 percent larger than female brains. Certain brain areas in women, however, contain more nerve cells. We must pay special interest on the amount of “gray matter,” the part of the brain that allows us to think. The researchers wanted to know if women have as much gray matter as men or more to make up for the smaller brains. Later, it was proven that women have 55.4 percent gray matter, vs. 50.8 in men. Men listen with only one side of their brains, while women use both, according to information on brain imaging presented in November 2002, at the 86th Scientific Assembly and Annual Meeting of the Radiological Society of North America (RSNA). Other research suggests that on average the female brain performs better on some skills, while the male brain executes other tasks at a higher level. It makes sense that brains vary between the sexes. Each sex had a very defined role in ancient time, which helped ensure the survival of the human race. Cave men hunted. Cave women gathered food near the home, and cared for the children. None of these show superiority, but does show that we are made differently, with different needs, and different ideas. Why do we then compare for superiority, or even expect the other to be just like us? Part 2 It is important to realize that man and women are made differently, for a reason. Especially women need someone they can talk to, share their ideas with and grow with. Men need to hunt, to protect, not ask for directions when they are lost, or I should say just be Men. In old times, especially in Asian and Eastern cultures, women had many disadvantages (compared to now). Male Emperors would marry many women. Society did not provide woman with many rights. Women were pretty much confined to their homes. However, despite of these disadvantages, there were few women who had access to that woman wisdom, or power. Now, what was the difference between those women, who found their power, vs. those who did not? The answer is synergy. These powerful women were each other’s support. No jealousies, no putting other women down; just supporting each other to the best of their ability. In fact, when the male emperor would mate with one of his wives, other wives would take care of that wife ahead of time. Give her massages, feed her wonderful and healthy foods, talk to her, and provide her with all the emotional support that was needed. Today, women have more rights, more freedom, better living conditions. They are lot more aggressive, but they still do not feel as empowered, peaceful and in control. In today’s society, the concept of women bonding is pretty much lost. Even when a woman goes to different feminine organizations, her goal is networking, improving her business, and benefiting anything and everything, but herself. If you pay close attention and realize that the difference between a plant, which is alive, and a plant which is dead, is the plant which is alive, is growing. In order for our children to survive, and humankind to flourish in the future, our children must evolve beyond us. In order for them to go beyond us, they need to understand life from all points of view, both male and female. That is why we are here, to teach, to guide, and to help the universe expand and evolve with our differences. One day I was flipping TV channels where I came across one of those shows where a priest was giving a sermon. He asked something very interesting to his congregations. The question was, “What is the best thing a father can do for their children”? The answer was “Love their mother”. Now this is something I have learned all through my life in my family as to how powerful a woman can be. I do not mean physically or even mentally. In fact, I grew up learning that my brothers were much smarter and stronger then I was. But there was always this converse of women power or women wisdom, which was always talked about, but was never clarified.

You Just Not Understand

Often people say to me "You just won't understand." "You're way too old," or "Way too young," or "YOU are NOT a man." I don't know why some people feel they suffer unique pain. As if they are the only ones who've lost or ceased to gain. I don't know why they hide their pain and clutch it ever tighter. It seems to me that all should know - a burden shared gets lighter. Why some folks even deign to think the pain that's in their heart, Is all their own, to keep and hoard, they set themselves apart. They keep their eyes from meeting mine lest I should see their hurt. And even if we stop and speak their words are often curt. The Bible says: 'Two' can withstand what overcomes just 'one'. And also that- a 'Cord of Three' can scarcely be undone. Besides, I know the ways of hurt- My heart's been crushed before. Friends have betrayed- I've lost at love, Despair's knocked at my door. And I Remember- Thoughts gone wild- And crying late at night. Not having strength to care at all- Much less the strength to fight. But, someone special came to me- And when my trials were told. I realized that with their tears- They'd eased my heavy load. And so, I learned- that Pain- like Love- Is bearable if shared. I don't know what I would have done without that friend who cared. My trials did not vanish fast- In fact the time was long. But sharing gave me breathing space until I could grow strong Enough to laugh again and even start to smile- And though it seemed it could not help- It eased my pain awhile. So, if you think that you can't share cause I won't understand. At least just give me half a chance to lend a helping hand. For I know that you're hurting and I know a place to start. Perhaps if you could realize- Your pain burns in my heart. I know I cannot make your trials and troubles go away. But maybe I can help a bit to get you through today. And maybe by tomorrow you won't need help anymore. But if you should- Don't be ashamed- For that's what friends are for. And after all is said and done- The trials ceased- You're whole. Perhaps you'll know just what to do to help another soul- Who's being crushed by hurt and pain- be it woman or a man. And you won't have to hear them say "You just won't understand."

Nudity

Take your soft and loving hands and Remove the mantle of mistrust from my shoulders. Softly unbutton the silken gown Of regret from my skin. Come my love and remove the veil Of heartache from my face and Kiss these lips that were ordained only for you. Confiscate the jewels of deception from My arms neck and ears-discard my fears. Feel the fabric of the chemise Of my misgivings and set me free from it. Kiss my naked shoulders honeyed with newfound faith Liberated from doubt and the threat of neglect and obscurity. My darling go further south and Remove the thongs of this world's Hatred and prejudice from my hips and slide Them slowly down to the floor where they can be no more. Undress me until I am stripped bare of The world's evil and tainted essence until like The day of my birth, I emerge beautiful untouched- unpoisoned. Let this nude daughter of Eve stand Before you liberated from the negative- Pure and positive and free to melt into your loving embrace

Choicelessness

All men and women are born, live suffer and die; what distinguishes us one from another is our dreams, whether they be dreams about worldly or unworldly things, and what we do to make them come about... We do not choose to be born. We do not choose our parents. We do not choose our historical epoch, the country of our birth, or the immediate circumstances of our upbringing. We do not, most of us, choose to die; nor do we choose the time and conditions of our death. But within this realm of choicelessness, we do choose how we live.
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