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April 24, 2011 at 8:55 AM

Chick bondage

Chick bondage

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April 24, 2011 at 8:51 AM

Ha..ha.. ha!
There must have been no men around to piss her off.

Ha..ha.. ha!

There must have been no men around to piss her off.

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April 24, 2011 at 6:39 AM

Let go of what has passed.
Let go of what may come.
Let go of what is happening now.
Don’t try to figure anything out.
Don’t try to make anything happen.
Relax, right now, and rest.

— Tilopa

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April 24, 2011 at 6:30 AM


Happy Easter!!

Happy Easter!!

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April 24, 2011 at 6:28 AM

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April 24, 2011 at 6:28 AM

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April 24, 2011 at 6:21 AM

I’m hungry.  I don’t know what I want more of…. sex or food


Doughnuts and Coffee Cupcakes (by chockylit)

I’m hungry.  I don’t know what I want more of…. sex or food

Doughnuts and Coffee Cupcakes (by chockylit)

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April 24, 2011 at 6:15 AM

Life is the most spectacular show on earth.

— Water for Elephants

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April 24, 2011 at 6:11 AM

Yum!  Looks what’s for breakfast.

Good morning Tumblrs

Yum!  Looks what’s for breakfast.

Good morning Tumblrs

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April 24, 2011 at 6:09 AM

Chocolate anyone?

Chocolate anyone?

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April 24, 2011 at 2:42 AM

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April 22, 2011 at 7:49 PM

I can’t wait until June!!

I can’t wait until June!!

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April 21, 2011 at 9:00 AM

Do you dream of my touch.  Can you feel the caress of my hand as they move along your arms, upward over the hard muscles of your biceps.  Smiling to myself as you take a deep breath.  I lean over you to brush my mouth on yours.  My hands continue their blissful exploration.  There is not an inch of you that I don’t know.  I’ve mapped your body in my mind.  Each curve and dip marked. My fingers stroke against your cheek, as I whisper against your lips.  I can’t help but move my body against yours.  The stirrings of arousal.  Tis what you do to me.  It’s how my body responds to your nearness. Delicate hands move down along your chest, pausing over your heart to feel it’s erratic beats.  I smile into your eyes of fire and see the desire that is mirrored. 
.MB.

Do you dream of my touch.  Can you feel the caress of my hand as they move along your arms, upward over the hard muscles of your biceps.  Smiling to myself as you take a deep breath.  I lean over you to brush my mouth on yours.  My hands continue their blissful exploration.  There is not an inch of you that I don’t know.  I’ve mapped your body in my mind.  Each curve and dip marked. My fingers stroke against your cheek, as I whisper against your lips.  I can’t help but move my body against yours.  The stirrings of arousal.  Tis what you do to me.  It’s how my body responds to your nearness. Delicate hands move down along your chest, pausing over your heart to feel it’s erratic beats.  I smile into your eyes of fire and see the desire that is mirrored.

.MB.

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April 21, 2011 at 8:13 AM

The beauty of the sun streams through the windows.  I feel it’s abundance of warmth against my skin.  It’s mornings like this that are a joy to awaken to.  I hear your voice and the laughter of our love.  I recall the nights dream and the pleasure shared there. Here is to another day of untold delights and a journey that is never ending.

The beauty of the sun streams through the windows.  I feel it’s abundance of warmth against my skin.  It’s mornings like this that are a joy to awaken to.  I hear your voice and the laughter of our love.  I recall the nights dream and the pleasure shared there. Here is to another day of untold delights and a journey that is never ending.

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April 21, 2011 at 8:01 AM

If I lose myself
please just hold my hand because
I’ll come back to you.

Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson