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Showing posts with label Love. Show all posts
Wednesday, 18 July 2012
Thursday, 10 May 2012
My Zodiac Lover
Aries, burning in sexuality
Dominant in your affection
You are bold and passionate
Taurus, sexual appetite rivaled by none
Tender and lusty,
Slow methodical loving a pleasure
Gemini,
sensual eroticism personified
Experimental and witty
Intellectual communication a big turn on
Cancer, moody and sensitive lover
Emotional and carnal in nature
Committed forever
Leo, king of lovemaking
Confident and theatrical
You light the sheets afire
Virgo, subtle sensuality
Picky and caring
Stirring passions from the
deep
Libra, desiring to pleasure
Flirty and generous
A unique combination of sex and romance
Scorpio, sexual hunger become you
Volatile
and insatiable
Your appetite unmatched
Sagittarius, vast well of passion
Adventurous and daring
Never a dull moment
Capricorn, most aloof lover
Earthy and raw
Sexual
intimacy a must
Aquarius, embodiment of total possession
Unpredictable and wild
Pure lust united with imagination and experimentation
Pisces, intense sexual gratification
Erotic and spiritual
Lazy lovemaking is in order.
Marriage Thoughts
Odd thought of the day: Its been raining for more than a week here is sunny Saint Lucia. I think the clouds did not get the memo stating that its the dry season.
My thoughts on marriage? I think marriage has lost a lot of its meaning. I know a lot of persons from "back in the day" who are still together to this day, some not even legalizing their union while persons straight out of secondary school are rushing to jump on the marriage train. Why? The fact that you think you're in love cannot be the reason for rushing into such an important decision. If you truly believe that what you and your special someone have will last until the end of time, what does one more day, one more year, ten more years matter? If your love is so great why does it need to be justified by a piece of paper and a church full of people who probably could not care less? Instead of jumping into a premature marriage, why not spend that time getting to know each other better? I think a lot of divorces could be avoided this way especially since most marriage begin with the looming debt of financing the wedding and result in the one of the most common issues in new marriages; money.
I'm not trying to sound preachy or self-righteous. If you feel inclined to get married after only a day after meeting or ten years after that first meeting, that's a personal decision that I have no desire to infringe upon. I'm just trying to understand the rush.
Do I support gay marriage? Honesty, I don't really care if homosexual partners choose to marry but if a nation is founded on Catholic beliefs, I can understand why a society will be reluctant to allow such a union to be legalized. Don't get me wrong, love is a beauty thing and if someone finds that with someone of the same sex or an inanimate object, a food item, whatever, there's no reason why you should not enjoy each other and if it truly is lasting love, a ring such not have that much significance. If it means that much to you, buy that ring, have your own ceremony and give those who don't support you the mentally finger.
I am well aware that some person will be against my opinion and that is perfectly fine. If we all thought the same, it would be a very dull society to live in.
'Til next time!
My thoughts on marriage? I think marriage has lost a lot of its meaning. I know a lot of persons from "back in the day" who are still together to this day, some not even legalizing their union while persons straight out of secondary school are rushing to jump on the marriage train. Why? The fact that you think you're in love cannot be the reason for rushing into such an important decision. If you truly believe that what you and your special someone have will last until the end of time, what does one more day, one more year, ten more years matter? If your love is so great why does it need to be justified by a piece of paper and a church full of people who probably could not care less? Instead of jumping into a premature marriage, why not spend that time getting to know each other better? I think a lot of divorces could be avoided this way especially since most marriage begin with the looming debt of financing the wedding and result in the one of the most common issues in new marriages; money.
I'm not trying to sound preachy or self-righteous. If you feel inclined to get married after only a day after meeting or ten years after that first meeting, that's a personal decision that I have no desire to infringe upon. I'm just trying to understand the rush.
Do I support gay marriage? Honesty, I don't really care if homosexual partners choose to marry but if a nation is founded on Catholic beliefs, I can understand why a society will be reluctant to allow such a union to be legalized. Don't get me wrong, love is a beauty thing and if someone finds that with someone of the same sex or an inanimate object, a food item, whatever, there's no reason why you should not enjoy each other and if it truly is lasting love, a ring such not have that much significance. If it means that much to you, buy that ring, have your own ceremony and give those who don't support you the mentally finger.
I am well aware that some person will be against my opinion and that is perfectly fine. If we all thought the same, it would be a very dull society to live in.
'Til next time!
Thursday, 26 April 2012
A Little Bit Of Me...
It's a sunny day (I have no idea why that is relevant information but there you have it).
I have been looking over my blog and I've noticed a terrible, terrible trend, one that has to be stopped this instant. That is, if I don't over think the issue, decide its a bad idea thereby totally abandoning it and have a tasty snack instead. I know it may be hard to believe after that bit of info but I'm not flaky.
Okkkay, just a little bit.
*Sigh*
Maybe more than a little bit.
(Why does this sound like a therapy session or a trip to my imaginary fairy godmother's house and an "acceptance is the first step" speech?)
Anyway... Back to the topic at hand- the terrible, terrible trend. I have been withholding ME from this blog, which I know a terrible, terrible crime and sort of defeats the purpose of having created this slice of cyberspace.
Let me explain.
I have a chronic illness called socially awkward girl/woman (I feel like I'm suck somewhere in between the two sometimes) syndrome (no good (?) disease is complete without that word). I'm that girl/woman who arrives at the party unfashionably early, does the equally offensive act of leaving just as early, drinks a soft drink the entire time (no, I'm not a goody-two-shoes, I simply can't stand alcohol), stands off to the side and feels mild panic at the thought of initiating a conversation with a stranger. Now I know some of you may be wondering, is she an alien? A mutant perhaps? Actually I'm not that put off at the thought of being a mutant, just as long as I'm not grossly disfigured with something like a third eye on my chin or eating human brains for breakfast (dinner, I might be cool with). I mean, who would not want some cool superpowers although the whole "with great power comes great responsibly" bit seems not all that fun. I'm scared of centipedes. How the heck would I face off with a super villain. That would only end one way and might I say humanity would be doomed.
And.... I'm rambling....
So the point I'm trying to get across is that I realized that I moved this pattern into my blogging and to a smaller extent into my writing as well (oh, the horror and that ain't a joke). I would not say that I'm (that) shy but the idea of being the center of attention leaves me with sweaty armpits and a stammer (you can't imagine the number of times I've imagined falling down on my face, literally and figuratively, while everyone is watching) and the idea of failure is nearly crippling. So I grown into not putting myself out there, therefore I am not judged and found wanting.
Well, its time to break these self-imposed shackles (oh, I like the image). Writing and being published has helped me take a step in the right direction but I want to build on that foundation and have decided to stop filtering my thoughts here on Nacomy's Romance Corner (what do you think of NRC for short? -I like it).
So until next time with more of Nacomy and not the soul-sucking, chocolate-stealing impostor who has been writing these posts!
I have been looking over my blog and I've noticed a terrible, terrible trend, one that has to be stopped this instant. That is, if I don't over think the issue, decide its a bad idea thereby totally abandoning it and have a tasty snack instead. I know it may be hard to believe after that bit of info but I'm not flaky.
Okkkay, just a little bit.
*Sigh*
Maybe more than a little bit.
(Why does this sound like a therapy session or a trip to my imaginary fairy godmother's house and an "acceptance is the first step" speech?)
Anyway... Back to the topic at hand- the terrible, terrible trend. I have been withholding ME from this blog, which I know a terrible, terrible crime and sort of defeats the purpose of having created this slice of cyberspace.
Let me explain.
I have a chronic illness called socially awkward girl/woman (I feel like I'm suck somewhere in between the two sometimes) syndrome (no good (?) disease is complete without that word). I'm that girl/woman who arrives at the party unfashionably early, does the equally offensive act of leaving just as early, drinks a soft drink the entire time (no, I'm not a goody-two-shoes, I simply can't stand alcohol), stands off to the side and feels mild panic at the thought of initiating a conversation with a stranger. Now I know some of you may be wondering, is she an alien? A mutant perhaps? Actually I'm not that put off at the thought of being a mutant, just as long as I'm not grossly disfigured with something like a third eye on my chin or eating human brains for breakfast (dinner, I might be cool with). I mean, who would not want some cool superpowers although the whole "with great power comes great responsibly" bit seems not all that fun. I'm scared of centipedes. How the heck would I face off with a super villain. That would only end one way and might I say humanity would be doomed.
And.... I'm rambling....
So the point I'm trying to get across is that I realized that I moved this pattern into my blogging and to a smaller extent into my writing as well (oh, the horror and that ain't a joke). I would not say that I'm (that) shy but the idea of being the center of attention leaves me with sweaty armpits and a stammer (you can't imagine the number of times I've imagined falling down on my face, literally and figuratively, while everyone is watching) and the idea of failure is nearly crippling. So I grown into not putting myself out there, therefore I am not judged and found wanting.
Well, its time to break these self-imposed shackles (oh, I like the image). Writing and being published has helped me take a step in the right direction but I want to build on that foundation and have decided to stop filtering my thoughts here on Nacomy's Romance Corner (what do you think of NRC for short? -I like it).
So until next time with more of Nacomy and not the soul-sucking, chocolate-stealing impostor who has been writing these posts!
Wednesday, 25 April 2012
Island Loving
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The golden sun shines
upon us
Showering blessings
No rush, no fuss
The sea so blue
Inhibitions untamed for
you
Breaking waves
For your love, I, an
insatiable slave
Tropical, crisp breeze
Your fingers, my senses
they tease
The flutter of palm
trees
To my very core, I am
pleased
Upon a setting sun
No end to the fun
And as night falls
Lust, hot and pulsing, calls
Thursday, 27 October 2011
COMING HOME
This was one of the first short stories I ever wrote.
A lone cherry blossom tree sat comfortably on a green-carpeted, gently sloped hilltop. From the weeping branches, fuchsia pink petals were stolen by the late autumn breeze and drifted with a carefree abandon, all the while perfuming the damp air with an intense red rose fragrance, enticing the image of passionate kisses of a late night romance.
Bees hummed, bobbing itinerants suckling the sweet nectar from tiny flowers peeking through the pasture as ants prepared for the upcoming winter. As sparse clouds lazily danced towards an unknown location, they lightly drizzled drops that sparkle like pear-shaped diamonds in the late afternoon sun, the dewy shades of pinks, reds, purples and oranges of the sky reflecting off them.
A samurai walked over the hill. His red kimono was flowing gently in the breeze as his long jet-black hair caressed his face as if trying to take away the pain etched on his scarred face. His wary eyes scanned the surrounding environment and his war-ravaged mind was somewhat soothed by the scene. He stood still, letting the atmosphere take over his soul, letting the sound of the wind travelling through the grass console his heart and mind, driving out the cries of the injured and dying. The scents of the cherry blossoms and the afternoon rain forced the scent of blood from his lungs; he breathed deep, taking it in. He could almost taste the purity of this hilltop, not devastated by war; he could feel the peace seep into his core, a lavender coloured lake of serenity, washing over every crack and crevice, purging him of the acts he committed in the name of justice and the peace for his village, which sat undisturbed below the hill. He stood there for who knows how long; minutes, hours, eternity, taking it all in, trying to leave the sins of battle behind. Trying to cleanse the images away.
The picture of his family flashed through his mind: his fragile, delicate wife with a heart filled with courage and bravery and his sweet and innocent son and daughter. They were the reason he fought this meaningless war; the reason that he still lives. To keep them safe, he would do any and everything.
He opened his piercing hazel eyes slowly and looked down on his village. Feeling the pull of home, this battle-scarred soldier took his first step; then the second; the third, his sword forgotten on his hip. A smile briefly touched his lip as a pink petal drifted by.
He had finally come home.
A lone cherry blossom tree sat comfortably on a green-carpeted, gently sloped hilltop. From the weeping branches, fuchsia pink petals were stolen by the late autumn breeze and drifted with a carefree abandon, all the while perfuming the damp air with an intense red rose fragrance, enticing the image of passionate kisses of a late night romance.Bees hummed, bobbing itinerants suckling the sweet nectar from tiny flowers peeking through the pasture as ants prepared for the upcoming winter. As sparse clouds lazily danced towards an unknown location, they lightly drizzled drops that sparkle like pear-shaped diamonds in the late afternoon sun, the dewy shades of pinks, reds, purples and oranges of the sky reflecting off them.
A samurai walked over the hill. His red kimono was flowing gently in the breeze as his long jet-black hair caressed his face as if trying to take away the pain etched on his scarred face. His wary eyes scanned the surrounding environment and his war-ravaged mind was somewhat soothed by the scene. He stood still, letting the atmosphere take over his soul, letting the sound of the wind travelling through the grass console his heart and mind, driving out the cries of the injured and dying. The scents of the cherry blossoms and the afternoon rain forced the scent of blood from his lungs; he breathed deep, taking it in. He could almost taste the purity of this hilltop, not devastated by war; he could feel the peace seep into his core, a lavender coloured lake of serenity, washing over every crack and crevice, purging him of the acts he committed in the name of justice and the peace for his village, which sat undisturbed below the hill. He stood there for who knows how long; minutes, hours, eternity, taking it all in, trying to leave the sins of battle behind. Trying to cleanse the images away.The picture of his family flashed through his mind: his fragile, delicate wife with a heart filled with courage and bravery and his sweet and innocent son and daughter. They were the reason he fought this meaningless war; the reason that he still lives. To keep them safe, he would do any and everything.
He opened his piercing hazel eyes slowly and looked down on his village. Feeling the pull of home, this battle-scarred soldier took his first step; then the second; the third, his sword forgotten on his hip. A smile briefly touched his lip as a pink petal drifted by.
He had finally come home.
When You Found Me
This is something I just scribbled on a boring Sunday afternoon. Enjoy!!!
Drowning, suffocated by all the hypocracy of this self-destructive world. I thank God for the day you found me. In your arms, the nightmare of alarm clocks, deadlines and self-righteous dictators melt away into a deep blue sea of comfort and love. The bottomless waters of your love wash away the pollution of the mold that society dictates I should be.it cleanses this soul that bleeds while wars rage, forests are destroyed, children are abused, starved of the true, lasting affection that I have found with you.
The day you found me, you gently coaxed the smile that was buried beneath the rubble back to the surface. You showed me the brighter side of this cold, uncaring world. You showed me the relief that the crimson sunset brings, how tears wash away the pressures of the day. That tears are not a sign of weakness but of strength. That day and every other day after, you reminded me how much little things make a difference; spending time with the ones you love, learning something new, savoring your favorite ice-cream cone, the comfort of a warm blanket on a cold night.
The day you found me, you helped me come to realization of my self-worth and love. You forced me to see the vast treasures of this world through unsullied eyes. I realized my capacity to love and be loved and even with disappointments, past, present and future, I know that I can be me, unique and beautiful, in the face of all this uncertainty.
Love is…..
Here's a short poem. Enjoy!!
Love is…..
The way you say the sweetest things to make me feel alright
Love is…..
The way you can make me smile with a glance when no one else can
Love is…..
The way my heart sighs when you enter a room
Love is…..
Every day that I have with you and the anticipation of tomorrow with you
Love is…..
The feeling that I feel this and every year with you
Love is…..
The hope of many more years with you
Love is…..
The way you love me
Love is…..
The way I love you
Love is…..
You and me, together for as long as we live
Love is…..
Having you reside in my heart and being forever alive in yours
Tuesday, 27 September 2011
Happily Ever After?
“And they lived happily ever after.”
This is the common ending for most fairy tales. And quite frankly I’m quite sick of hearing it. What the bleep does it mean? The couple never has a fight? Never have hard times? No troubles?
That sounds highly unlikely. But to be fair it is a fairy tale after all, where good always wins, the girl always gets the Prince Charming and has a great singing voice. Nothing like reality. And why are they all so damn beautiful, no flaws in sight. You know the stereotype. The princess has long flowing hair, perfect teeth aand a size zero waistline. The prince is…well, Prince Charming with his winning smile. Don’t not-so-beautiful people deserve a happy ending also. People with the chipped tooth, curvy waistline and close cropped hair.
Although I understand wanting to protect our children from the harsh relality of life, that is just it, reality. You can’t run from it. It’s always in you face like that damn pimple that always pops up at the most inopportune times. I think that having a child grow up unprepared for the real world irresponsible. While I want my son to enjoy everything life has to offer, I don’t want him to go into the world with rose-colored glasses and be unprepared for people who in no way see the world in the same light.
We are giving children the wrong idea about what love is. Does love mean you always like your other half, that you live in the biggest house on the block, that you are crowned royality? Of course not. As a matter of fact, I would more readily believe that a couple that fights daily, live in the tiniest house on the block and are deemed ‘peasants” and are happy with each other, flaws and all, know far more about what love really is. And that’s a happy ending to me.
So while I like mostly everyone enjoy a good fairy tale, I think a more appropriate ending is in order.
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