Pony ya numskull, I wrote another one for you. it says "for Pony" in the comments, Duh!

same as the above. I am glad you joined, welcome

a butterfly charm

same here only for men

The distance doesn't phase me
When I can face you
You are on my mind and I want you
On me, inside of me
The space between us
Does not phase me

You read me well
You are a fine writer
You draw a line with my fingers
You are a good artist
With every new view of you
My loneliness doesn't phase me

Don't be long in
Your absence
Be long in distance
Not in hours
Ours is not a single
Time or place
What is ours I carry with me
With empty hands

He was the best of her lovers, to date. It was the type of love that began as if a spell were cast. She saw him first in night class. It was a creative writing class and he lit her imagination on fire. He was a few inches taller than her. Slim and athletic but shy and very modest.


He had a way about him. He reminded her of a of a fawn. He had a grace and a quiet that absorbed her. She gazed at him until he looked up. She caught his eyes and held as if a tangible connection had been made. She held him in her gaze, gently. She smiled shyly and took in his whole being, inside and outside. His skin was a warm olive, his hair a wild mass of curls, his eyes an earthy hazel that pulled her even deeper into him.


They met after class. It was a typical Spring evening in Southern California. The campus illuminated in lighting dotting the way to the parking lot. Together they walked to the cars. Occasionally speaking, neither of them experienced in the foreplay of dating. They ascended the concrete steps toward 2 lonely cars, one his one hers.


She remembered the awkward moments under the lights. She remembered how difficult it was to read his expression in the low light, but when their hands touched, there was no mystery of how each of them felt.


They took each other's hands and talked. She was close enough to smell him. He did not smell like the artificial chemicals sold to men in stores. He had his own natural scent that reminded her of moss and rain. A comforting scent that put her further at ease. They had to say good bye until another evening. He was too shy to ask her for her number. She, aware that any forward overture may frighten her fawn away.


Their first evening alone, in the college parking lot closed with a hug. An innocent hug that brought two lonely bodies together for a time long enough to pass an unconditional affection between each other. She remembers how his arms felt around her for the first time. The snug, even pressure contained her nerves and settled her while at the same time filling her with a desire for more. She remembered how his body felt, the texture of his sweater, the curve of his shoulders, the softness of his hands.


On her drive home, she watched the moon travel in the sky. She watched the rows of trees, side to side of the road, escorting her. She remembered having the windows down with the breeze blowing her hair. She remembered letting out a howl of pleasure. She howled for her fawn.

very nice

Pony, tug away.....;-)

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I am open minded and don't mind what the guy does, but I guess I don't know where to go. It's like I get lost and hit a dead end.

how is the house sitting Angel?

Very nice

Like my threads?

They are vintage

Of the best year

The year of me

Nobody else can be me

Nobody else has to be

We are all the finest

To the person who likes

Our taste

Cheers

Dear Never,
The best lover I ever had was a virgin when we met. I was not very experienced, hardly at all. It all comes down to sensitivity and paying attention to what each of you like. If the two of you are in tune, it is the best ever.

It is not always about experience! Make your own experiences together.

Welcome Summertym.
Be gentle with Muppet

Mambo,
I am just glad brains don't have cup sizes.

It was happy hour after work
My mates and I in a low lit room
Noise all around, empties being
Slammed down
The possibilities
Limitless

He was handsome, the waiter
I fixated on him playfully
My co-workers rolled their eyes
I curiously asked his name
Tom
Cat on a hot summer night

Laughter rolled round the table
Tom delivered us more
More service I could only wish for
Tom
Cat, I am on the prowl
Meow

I looked him in the eye and said
"You'd look good in a leather jacket"
He straightened up and said
"I just bought one"
And I said "I knew it!"

Tom Cat, sleek and tall
With shoulders a leather jacket was
Custom made for
I told him "I want to draw you"
He said
"Where do you live?"

I watched out my window
I saw a figure walking
Under street lights
A tall shadow in the dark
Walking straight towards me

In disbelief,
I invited him in
A glass of red each
"I am very attracted to you" I said
He said the same

The rest of the story is
A pressed flower in my memory
Tom Cat
I still have a sketch, one of two
One for me and one for him

I am not sure. I have only tried 4 of the signs.