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Category: Musings
I didn’t make the list. But then again, I didn’t know there was a list to make until this morning. *sigh*
That’s ok…there’s always next year. And for the curious, here is the list:
All I have is her voice on the other end of the phone.
We chat, we tweet, but yet the closest I can get to her is the sound of her voice in my ear. I tell her how much I need her. I write my feelings to describe them to her. I can feel her presence in my heart, my mind, my soul.
But still, all I have is her voice on the other end of the phone.
I dream of the day when that will not be the case. The day I can finally touch more than just her mind or her heart. I long to touch her body, to feel her next to me, feel her skin on mine.
I long for more than just her words in my ear. But that is all I can have, for now.
Hearing her voice is the highlight of my day. It doesn’t matter what we talk about: kids, work, weather. The affect on me is still the same, it makes my heart leap.
Her laugh makes me laugh. The smile in her voice never fails to cheer me up. The way she giggles brightens the rest of my day.
Her sultry voice always turns me on. Her throaty whisper tells me what she is thinking more than just her words alone. Her sighs and moans tell me I have found my mark with my words.
It is truly amazing what the voice on the other end of the telephone can do to me. I can’t imagine what it will be like in real life!
She shared a piece of her soul today.
A treasured piece.
A piece that had moved her to tears
The sharing moved me
Stirred a part of me
How do I tell her
How do I show her
That she has captured a piece of my soul?
It’s 1:00 a.m. Friday morning, and I’m not able to get to sleep. My heart is racing, I feel happy, almost giddy. But I just got done talking to a friend for the last several hours. I told her how I was feeling. But in the back of my head I was thinking one thing, but wondering if that was it. I don’t even want to voice it here. All I know is that this is a crazy feeling.
Now it is almost 2:00 a.m., my heart has slowed down a bit, but is still beating fast. I have a smile that won’t quit. I’m tired now, but if the last few nights have been indicative, I will wake up feeling refreshed and ready to go.
Whatever you want to call this crazy feeling, it sure feels good. I don’t want to call it anything right now (might jinx it).
I kinda like this crazy feeling.
Was talking to a friend last night, and asked her, “True Confession time?”, her reply was “Sure!”. The full nature of that conversation cannot be revealed at this time, perhaps in another post. But suffice to say, this friend was part of the reason my Friday was so good.
But no, I have a confession to make to the world at large. When I signed up for Twitter originally, damn – almost a year ago, it was to flirt with a girl, a girl i will call “A”. Some of you that have seen my Tweets will say “Uh, yeah. You do that all the time”, but it was to flirt with a girl, someone I know personally.
I’ve known this girl for about a two years now, and she is a fun, outgoing, and very sexy woman.But as we started flirting, it eventually also brought about a firendship. She told me one day that she would rather have me as a friend and know I will always be there, then take me as a lover and lose me. Wow. Never got that one before, totally floored me, but I can understand her point of view.
Up to that point, I didn’t really do much with Twitter. I was following a few people here and there, mostly people here in Wichita. But then it happened. I got hooked!
Avid Tweeters know what I mean. You start and end the day with a Tweet, you Tweet about all sorts of stuff. Now some people border on TMI, but you get the point.
I started following more people. Finding subjects and people that interested me. I aslo flirted with anyone that would talk back to me, the females anyway. None of them seemed to mind and it was still all in fun.
Where’s the confession in all of this? The confession is simply this: I have met several people on Twitter that have quite simply, changed my life. Some of these people have links over there to the right. Some of these people occupy a special place in my heart and mind. If I had to give up Twitter, I would go kicking and sreaming unless I could maintain my connection to these wonderful people.
I came to flirt, but my life has been changed. Thank you, “A”, my dear friend. Thank you Twitter.
I have been amazed at how wonderful today has been.
Today has been spent having amazing conversations with friends, finding my heart beating faster when I think of them. Cursing the reality of distance & national borders, wishing real-life were more like the internet, or Twitter.
A truly wondrous thing is to see your own words on the screen before you. It is one thing to write your words and look at them on the screen. But to actually see them posted by someone you respect, and to have them comment kindly, it seems more real & surreal at the same time. See Nola’s Blog to see what I mean.
But the true joy is to see a tale you have written retold with such passion and such insight, it is truly humbling. I will post my version and the re-telling soon.
Yes, today has been a wonderful day.
Today has been a strange day indeed. I had the most strange, powerful, non-sexual erotic dreams last night. Here is how I described it on Twitter this morning:
Another night of restless dreams, haunted by a siren and a sorceress, waves of red blocking my vision but no fear, only….desire.
Was I being consumed? Tested? Foolish? As I made my way through the waves of red, I heard fading laughter, then a kiss.
I felt a whisper behind me, and as I turned, something, no someone, approached. My vision clouded. A soft touch, the smell of jasmine, then nothing.
As I was engulfed again by the waves of red, the sound of sweet laughter followed me.
And now, I am awake. Wondering. Still searching, the scent of jasmine still lingers
And throughout this strange day, the scent of jasmine will catch me off guard. I will look around and see no source. No flowers, no women, just a hint of jasmine that stays just beyond my grasp.
I have also found myself seeing redheads. So what?, you might ask, redheads are everywhere.
I must admit having a special fondness for redheads (a long story there!), so when I see one, I will turn and look. But today, when I turn to look…no redhead.
So I have been trying to determine how a dream, admittedly powerful, could cause such “real” sensory stimulii, even now hours after the fact.
At first I thought I was going crazy. Then I tweeted a question asking if anyone else had experienced anything similar. I received several responses from people saying they had experienced that very thing before, to different degrees. So now I know I am not crazy.
The one question that remains, what does this all mean.
That will be a story for tomorrow!
Originally Published July 22nd