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By *Pebble- OP Woman
over a year ago
Nottingham |
this is taken direct from an msn chat today, the other person knows it is being posted, this is the kind of chemistry many dream about, thankyou my friend, i hope we do this again and again
Her
its ok i was just feeling a lil sorry for myself
big smile back on face...hi how are you lol
Him
Just having a bit of a mooch. Working this evening
Her
its frustrating
Him
What is? Your sex life?
Her
so many people want me but few really want me if that makes any sence
Him
Not a huge amount. Or rather - open to misinterpretation
Her
exactly
Him
How do you want to be wanted?
Her
i want to be respected and cherished and adored lol whilst free to do what ever i want
Him
Like a butterfly
Not stuck on a pin in case
*Not grabbed hold of and damaged
Her
to have people walk that line between persistant and pushy, between wanting and crude
Him
But allowed to flutter in the sunshine - moving from flower to flower
Sipping the sweet sweet nectar
Her
like a butterfly, i'll sit in your hand as long as i want to
carried by breezes swept by gales but always knowing my way home
Him
and dancing with a mate in the sun
Her
how fickle are daydreams...
Him
I think they're perfectly valid
Unfortunately most blokes are dumb pricks
Her
like a screaming yet unhurried whisper like a munting unheeded yearning
sighhhhhhh
Him
A lot of people don't realise that they're seraching - and just blindly stumble around
Some people know they are looking and enjoy the constant activity
And then there are some others
Her
like me....
Him
They know that they will never find exactly what they are looking for and are doomed to searching with that knowledge
Now and then able to forget, if only briefly, but all too soon the realisation returns
Her
ever hopefull....
and happy to mosaic there needs from those that do fill their world
Him
But unable to forget that they will never truly succeed
So they borrow the enjoyment of others
Wearing it like a cloak for a time
Her
dancing a little out of time
Him
Never quite warm enough
Always a little apart
Her
burnt often by that driving search, something to ease the chill
Him
Never giving up
Willing to try anything for that ever-elusive fix
Her
ever hopefull
Him
It is the hope that hurts so much
Her
and the hope that drives those butterfly wings on towards destruction...
unless by chance santuary is found
in the most unlikely of places
Him
flying into the storm - for that is their destiny
some brief respite
a place to touch down and shelter
Her
to warm that fragileness that knows only too soon it will be banished enforced freedom setting forth flight again
Him
only to hope that the respite at least lasts long enough to draw breath
So that you don't find yourself sat against a cold wall, knees drawn-up, apart from the naked people around you. That just a minute before you were so much a part of.
Her
long enough to ponder upon all that has been learnt
to be wiser stronger braver, to choose to fly directly into the storms ahead, to demand santuary to demand a little warmth
Him
To say "This time. This time it is mine." |
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