JUNE's blog: "The inside of me"

play with me in the snow? Fear of loving how beautiful how graceful. Loving you maybe the best thing. How dose one imaging kissing you every moment of every day. General turns gracefully into glides closing ones eyes as the blind leading the way with every touch my soul every touch of god given a gift in which one would only receive with joy with so freedom with such happiness only bring ever ones soul to sing. in loving you for ,he, has found made my match in heaven it rains so near only lovers of leap bring closed doors a key to heavens gate uplifting in song singing miracle day over day thank god himself for presiding this rule Fear if love so beautiful making song birds cry their jobs are no longer of use for it was stricken my hearts leaping over lovers glance. Complex thoughts of algebraic equations truing like ramped fires somehow burn with the lingers thought of staring helpless in to your eyes glancing back , love of untold love not being told love of freely falling. Analyticals like to believe love breads stupidity then let it be me stupid , dumb founded , slow every day, only in laughs for angelical my genius is above the masses only bring my intellect power of my intelligence in loving you. Dancing rhythm perfect movement glittering across atomic snow filed skies. snow as it falls into shape so well so do I , shape of wonderment of days come and days of by. Dose this shape keep of form or as settle dose it sweep under mat of front doors. Dose the snow have the power to linger? Or dose it favor strong handle your broom to sweep into a sewer or shall you come making many angels in play for more then mere moments. 19 Jul 2007 my love you must find me Gentle calm into the night, touching soft checks to soft pillows. Focus a simple wayward melody playing repetitively. As I lay I lay in prayer, God a father as grateful as to bare reaches down catch the tears linger over razors edge. Living inside can't you see how beautiful love is fair? Wonder circling massively contemplating asking the question in which consulting ones soul is not advised wisely, wade to deep get caught never to breath above the salt drenched wave. Yet my heart lingers as if the world was candy. Many flavors so yummy so many would settle for the rest yet my heart still it lingers. Where the flavor is yet has my soul flown so a far it has reached an outer atmosphere. Mirror of magic not needed to know my reflection is not that of the world turning around the rest. With windows my soul see the world differently with the calm of love I know love to be around sold jolly happy, the cutest of all fools that rush constantly into waters. Meet me there for I've wade in a belly's full. Imagine for moments leap standing at the edge looking over cliffs spreading arms wider then that of an eagles use, breath the gentle wind smile as rain easefully tickles skin kissing your lips. For you have reached just the tip of essence rising in side for you have seen the tip of love flowing freely my soul. To cage intangible gifts would only hastate be un-liberated into irresponsibility. Lingering for just a piece will not settle a soul who loves enchantlly So many of flavor to taste so many flavor trying to absorb all of me.. Leap like frog one over another thinking stronger better then the last 32 flavors. Outer shells for on lookers window shopper best left out side. For I know funny looks are better from inside. Let the man of not flavor yet the man of truth the man so softly strong stop inside and shop and take home every item in the shop for I will sell it zero cost. For the man that can see me that I see equally can always have me. Not the ones who think they skim the top walk away and realize they have left to soon and the second chapter was only getting better.. One who stands in convocation in every movement of his own life. One who can kiss gently far far far into the night. One who's rush in not turning my pelvic thrust, yet fueling butterflies fluttering in my heart and influencing my stomach to gasp little bits of air before breathing in love of this man. A man who knows skies not always blue not always grey how hard your work the better the pay out one shall will receive. Reward each that of own worlds bring forth for I would love to find the man of this I could love infinitively, stubborn as the goat I'm the sign I shall not look, far that I'm to stubborn for I will have you find me out of fear looking far to much into water. Stubborn not to allow the cruelty of my own heart lapse my own soul. For punishing myself is well a truth rather not a goal yet a plague of my own. Knowing far well giving up on love no never not me yet stuck in this plague as well will not be me In times well kept free happily I continue my day and live openly and continue strong willed and joyfully. Yet this man out there, that they say I must meet, this man they say is the one to be, well my Love I have lost the acquisition, with this being said I can not find you for you must find me instead.

Raw or Brittal Rated R Category: Dreams and the Supernatural Raw or Brittle, Do you like to Fuck? Like a school boy you giggle. A Twinkle in your eyes Craving wetness between my thighs. Clothes will not be in this riddle. Havens skies of sextacy, scratching ruthlessly penetrate harder o yeah Snarl yeah I like that better. Lay back control is that of mine this time when I ride. Pop like a lolly as I ride on one large trolley. Last me "ha" Never. Come to play. Gamble you should not with a woman of essence. Passion my soul, enlightenment my power. Fall off with most even you will not make it to the end as your ego is left at the start. So the question is Raw or Brittle, Do you like to fuck? Like a school boy you giggle.

Raw or Brittal Rated R Category: Dreams and the Supernatural Raw or Brittle, Do you like to Fuck? Like a school boy you giggle. A Twinkle in your eyes Craving wetness between my thighs. Clothes will not be in this riddle. Havens skies of sextacy, scratching ruthlessly penetrate harder o yeah Snarl yeah I like that better. Lay back control is that of mine this time when I ride. Pop like a lolly as I ride on one large trolley. Last me "ha" Never. Come to play. Gamble you should not with a woman of essence. Passion my soul, enlightenment my power. Fall off with most even you will not make it to the end as your ego is left at the start. So the question is Raw or Brittle, Do you like to fuck? Like a school boy you giggle.

Love falls from a tree Looks up Bite me. Sweetest nectar better then a honey bee… Faith wraps around Embrace me. Cozy security protects me better then ever. Freedom opens its door Hold me. Refreshing waking every moment of my soul… God has brought forth showered in heavens name of love, strength and freedom. With out him I could not go forth with out him my soul would not be worth… As God stands by my side I can walk this world endure and embrace what the world holds in store...God may you be listing in I'm nothing with out you.

I Slept with three men last night I slept with three men last night. Vastly different amazingly insane. Consuming my entirety. Heaven allowing I would be please to sleep wit all three for eternity. Cocky, selfish my animal appears, basic desire nibbling at my ear. Reaching nor for heart nor for soul but pure satisfaction. Eating fruited apple of seduction. . Ripping emotion from equation , my animal ripping givers me his lust. Moaning insentient satisfaction, fantasy, reality in middle nights. Aww the king, confident and alluring, slow firm thrust forcing voluntary submission =. Submitting my hunger of his confidence. Power hands hold me tight moving my arms above. As he rules I rise with every move. Soft smooth another arises kissing flaws only he defines as beautiful. Losing my mind, finding my soul. Lost waiting not to be found. Lips meeting lips. Craving his gentle moves as is penetrates forward I move in. Intensely waving in his passion. He is not my sin. As sunrise creeps through beaded shades. I look to see three men but only one appears on my bed. Adoringly he appears knowing loving. It was he , my three, casting stares in eyes of his blest Devine. My lover he be of three. My animal, king, and soul desire. My lover my three men knowing me as I know him. He is lover never my sin.

I rush around circles complexes are never ending running running gasping yet never losing thrust. dancing emotions play outright in the dark standing Never out of the light. Up beat tempo words rythumicly Bouncing thought the night. The music shows threw day light. public music once thought hidden, brought to the public to see. music once a lions stare now a weasel in despair. enlighten by these eyes a panthers stare Calum knowing perseverance and powerful standing to hear the music play through these eyes. it is now the concept the lion fears. The facade of the jungle has vanished drums beating enchanting to ears wanting yet the panthers drums clearing air. drums hidden bringing focus to sounds. the platform of the lion will never be the base of the world. It is the panther who sounds the stag in the back only bring forth when strength and desire it is the matching drums the panther seeks. The courageous and confidence the lion lacks is what the panther needs to keep rythum moving to keep the music playing. The lion will always be the lion gloomy mass of diverse laws, never really. The panther will move on playing asking only the same . conceptive animals bringing own music to play as a dream, the jungle will bring forth to become a rain forest in the savannah.

subsides calum nervies high love brought forth calaberation so defing this hour of own essence. What of this i have done. Rapied down let so quickly down lay. Unlike common since bestrod upon standers of inner self. Riverly yet as I shame in shadows. My stomice trimbles. feeling only confedence rampageing in my chest. To much water to soon? why stage when knowing dances tose of mine tapping. why must stages excist. why may I not dance. Othis complacation. will sun lay before pearls. why dose cooling rain dance with entergetive lighting such as thy self .Becking hard to hide among glass skies. Foretay hiding weeking spirts. smoke and mirrors make for ugly stains. One midnight is ok to accept alow that to be what it it is to be. Yet bring forth right, I will not. Marage if you be, pitty I will sing and sing only for you. For stains can only have darken your heart bittered your soul. Find before me descrace me. siverly broken your own name of potential honner only a man may obtain. So breath with this if it is my heart your seeking tred strong clean and open. There as whisppers I will fall into your arms to be the left center strength of heart. For purety of my love can only excist in the strenth of your own. So plant this seed and let it go. Let it be as it own will to be.

Blessed by elumentaing smiles , a rose in shadows given new life. Stem luring with passion once packed under earth has been brought to air filled with love only to set the rose free. so long hidden in the dark in dear fear of winter cold the rose did not sprot, with one kiss with one swift emotion the stem has brought forth a bud and now the rose feels free to bloom. the freedom to be what is real like in times before was once hidden or was to inclose to exspose. most will never see the rose as bud or bloom, only a few know deep the rose maybe may only flowers close enough and safe enough then dose the rose exspose its true self. The truth be told the rose only shows in love. so with the rose in told some truth may be said love must be a concept only when i'm thinking of you.

The ROOT As A MAN as flowers of female identity we float with pride in our strength, consent ruling and remembrance in who bares the child who bares the fears of emotional ties, we are binding to the world of emotional graduated. As strong as our stem and soft as our petals we would not stand straight if not for our root our root as in he who shares our soul. Yet our root not so pretty ruff around the edges yet it plants it self strong to embrace winters summer heat and storms. When we fall when we brake a flood of water a flood of emotional despair comes rushing to crush our inner selves every thing we held all the strength we have endured falls, yet we have not felt the ground we have not lost our feet. It is in that moment the most powerful the one with the most strength embraces us. Even when the emotion is killing them more so then the flower will ever know, they hold us, rock us breath in our pain to stand by our side, showing nothing but strength, yes child birth is pain full but it comes to pass, what graduated have we shown our roots, how do we thank men in our lives that have the strength when we do not. for strength to battle wars that leave lasting scars? how do we thank the men in our live with long hours with dedication to work into the night, with pressure from others to move faster. only doing this to so we don't have to so we may enjoy the riches of the world. When will we acknowledge their strength let them shine let them know they are worthy . as females we should be grateful and tell our men, let them know we love them and we accept them for who they are, because with out them there is no us.

Good sir watch were you tread Dare you know good sir, a formal lashing. teathered you have discrased my name and dishonnered my stage. Redeem your self maybe yet high rivered tides will grace your knees. Conviction it will be recat that toung sir open your heart and start being true to your self. then and only then may I might stay in the light and not among shadows. But do know good sir. if it is the heart of a friend you wish to crush do know victory has truned in your favor. My heart is broken that of a stalion not yet a mustang. Ive been beaten, broken and tamed. Fighting for what is right for you has killed the wiorrior and the spirt in me. Before our gathering I have told you dishonner my name and you of a man will be brought to kings knees. judged for the pain of peers. Maybe it true this toung of yours bear truth if you have dishonnered and discarased me the let it be true my love you have not a worth of for we both know the love i freely give to you is always uplifting and endless tide. Worthless then of pain of your own emotioms and actions is what you will bask in. this will not change my heart i will disapear only to watch you shine from the dark. I will alway love I will always care for you. When push comes to shove I will always have your back. I will stand and defend and bring up your name. for I can't help caring about you. Becuase you don't know it but your a worth, worth of love and worth of happiness. But to hold my own no one must know the dishonner you have graced me with. no one must know i still care.