Dead Account's blog: "Valentines is"

If a man of vision, sees a vision true, should this man tell she who brings him joy anew? If a man of passion, dreams of passions fire, should he tell the one who stokes his true desire? If a man not wealthy, sees a live treasure, should he tell this gift of wealth how his desires endure? If a man of wisdom, knows she's just a dream, should he sleep forever to fulfill his lifes scheme? I had one sweet vision, my passion a treasure true, but in my wisdom darling, I can't tell you, it's you.

God placed daily on this earth, lady's fair to bring birth, to the ladys and to the men, who will later gain the ken. So the cycle round it goes, bringing pain or joy to those who can live and love and be part of Gods' great symphony. Some say there are those too old to remain part of the fold; they have lived long past the day they can't be part of the play. I don't know if this is true, long as eyes can observe you. Feelings run so deep and pure, don't think age is part the cure. For a fever still can be caused by sexy sensual thee. Lady always has the right to give a nod or treat as blight. Man can ask and sit and pray hoping to him she will say, I think I can still have pride if we go and share the ride. Then they two will take their place in the cycle of the human race.

Once upon a starlit night I was granted such a sight, Such a lady fine and fair, pure deep eyes and shining hair. Warm strong hands that held mine tight, Ruby lips that kissed mine right. Gentle curves of purest form in my arms so firm and warm. Met with me as nighttime fell never one to kiss and tell Thru the evening words we said learning things of joy and dread. Life we’d lived and slow to tell some of heaven, some of hell. On the past we‘ll linger not for one bright future we have got. Together nights and days can be filled with joy and ecstasy. May this lady come to know just how bright she makes life glow. In her life I’d like to stay and show her the spoiled way. Should I tell or should I ask may I take up this one task. Take this lady hold her tight love her always day and night.

When I wish upon a star, may she smile from near or far. Hold me tight and not let go, Kiss me long and deep and slow. And when night has turned to day, and she hasn't gone away, may the moon and stars and sun, know we always will be one. Friends, companions, lovers too, living life for me and you, busy days and hot sweet nights, making up even with no fights. Melding into sweet embrace, staying close and sharing space, Knowing naught to come between, passionate or our calm serene. Hold me, love me, and I will you, for a life time, thru and thru.

To you who gives me sunshine, thanks for brighter days. To you who gives me passion, so wondrous are your ways. To you who spends a moment to laugh and give a smile I thank you for your presence, if only a short while. To you who sets the table, I thank you for the feast. To you who adds the touches, your beauty none the least. I thank you for the hours, for all the time we spend. And thru this life we’ll wander, on us we can depend.

Hello there. I’m a freckle. Cute as I can be. Here I am, sweet and pure, Won’t you look at me? On this plane so pretty, I add the right touch, A little spot of beauty, I’m sure you’d like so much. Just because I know that, here is what I plan. Maximize my presence, face and arm and hand. Oh, I see you looking, other places too, Wonder if you’ll ask me for the total view. What, you’d like to kiss me? Is that what you say? Wonder, should I let you? How long would you stay? Once you kiss me tender, once you kiss me sweet, Would you kiss my neighbor, or would you retreat? Should I give an answer, in word or with blush? Are you a slow kisser, or do you like to rush? Guess I’ll sit here thinking, make you wait to see, Just how many of me live t’ween here and ecstasy.

One day a woman's husband died, and on that clear, cold morning, in the warmth of their bedroom, the wife was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there isn't "anymore". No more hugs, no more special moments to celebrate together, no more phone calls just to chat, no more "just one minute." Sometimes, what we care about the most gets all used up and goes away, never to return before we can say good-bye, say "I love you." So while we have it, it's best we love it, care for it, fix it when it's broken and heal it when it's sick. This is true for marriage ... And old cars .. And children with bad report cards, and dogs with bad hips, and aging parents and grandparents. We keep them because they are worth it, because we are worth it. Some things we keep -- like a best friend who moved away or a sister-in-law after divorce. There are just some things that make us happy, no matter what. Life is important, like people we know who are special. And so, we keep them close! I received this from someone who thought I was a 'keeper'! Then I sent it to the people I think of in the same way. Now it's your turn to send this to all those people who a re "keepers" in your life, including the person who sent it if you feel that way. Suppose one morning you never wake up, do all your friends know you love them? I was thinking...I could die today, tomorrow or next week, and I wondered if I had any wounds needing to be healed, friendships that needed rekindling or three words needing to be said. Let every one of your friends know you love them. Even if you think they don't love you back, you would be amazed at what those three little words and a smile can do. And just in case GOD calls me home . I LOVE YA!!! Live today to the fullest because tomorrow is not promised.

I opened up your picture, and much to my surprise, I saw you silken hair and then looked into lusterous eyes. The lips I saw were precious, so moist and ruby red, I took in all the charms that were a part of your sweet head. The picture kept on going, and so my eyes did too, and took in what the picture showed, some more of woman, you. Your neck was fine and carried a message I could hear, caress me oh so gentle, and place a kiss right here. The blouse you wore was modest, it's buttons were all done, but dear I have to tell you, your nipples yearned for sun. They pushed against the fabric, and said their sweet hello, would someone please take notice, unleash us, don't be cruel. I cannot help but wonder, if lips would kiss so sweet, and long to have another, or would they soon retreat? I'd love to take your blouse off, and tender kisses place, where usually there is satin, or cotton or some lace. To gently kiss your bossum, and help your nipples free, to gain their sweet reflection enjoy the man that's me. I could write of more kisses, of places yet to find, but some would say I'm lustful, when I say what's on my mind. So thank you lovely lady, for I love what I see, and if some day I find you, twould be pure ecstacy.

Valentines, the day for love, or like, or just a smile. For some you'll go to the ends of the earth, for some not ere a mile. But all who live deserve some love, if only the smallest way. So give a smile, a cheery "Hi", and "Have a real great day."