Pinch
The quiet of night
Secluded – almost alone
Your presence
Captivating
Drawing me in to you
The provocative dance of our minds
Hypnotized in your sensuality
Demanding and powerful
Making me squirm with the slightest word
Yearning, wanting, waiting
The moment, the time, the place
Lustfully reaching out to you
Nasty innuendo’s, naughty illusions
I crave you…

Wed Jul 23 06:26pm EDT

Hug

Wed Jul 23 06:26pm EDT

Flirt
hope youre having a great hump day

Wed Jul 23 03:14pm EDT

Tickle

Wed Jul 23 11:30am EDT

Friendship . . .

. . . is you.
. . . is love.
. . . is shared.
. . . is forgiving.
. . . is understanding.
. . . is shared secrets.
. . . heals many hurts.
. . . is not judgmental.
. . . is shared laughter.
. . . is slow and steady.
. . . can be angry at times.
. . . is dependable and true.
. . . is more precious than silver or gold.
. . . is meant to be savored like fine wine.
. . . is not perfect, much like we are not perfect.
. . . does not hold grudges or demand perfection.
. . . makes all the wrong things in life, right somehow.
. . . is meant to be gulped like lemonade on a hot summer day.
. . . is always there, through times of trial, happy times and

hard times.
. . . just happens, but once discovered, needs to be tended like

a beautiful garden.
. . . is a road to be traveled slowly, remembering the sights and

sounds.
. . . is strength when you are too weak to notice its there.
. . . is a cherished moment of mutual understanding.
. . . reaches into your heart and grabs a firm hold.
. . . is a refreshing rain on a hot day.
. . . is sunshine through the clouds.
. . . cannot be forced or induced.
. . . is relaxed and comfortable.
. . . is a shoulder to lean on.
. . . is an ear to whine to.
. . . gets better with age.
. . . is shared tears.
. . . is shared pain.
. . . is shared joy.
. . . is shared.
. . . is love.
. . . is you.

Wed Jul 23 12:46am EDT

Pinch
Mr. Jones had hired a new secretary. She was young, sweet and very
polite. While taking
dictation one morning, she noticed that his fly was open. Upon leaving
the room she said,
"Mr. Jones, your barracks door is open."
He was puzzled by her remark, but later that day he noticed that his
zipper was open. So,
he decided to have a little fun with his secretary and called her back
into his office. "By the
way Miss Smith," he said, "When you noticed my barracks door open this
morning, did
you also notice a soldier standing at attention ?"
"Why no sir," she replied, "All I saw was a little disabled veteran
sitting on two duffel
bags."

Wed Jul 23 12:13am EDT

Wink

Tue Jul 22 04:19pm EDT

Flirt
hubba hubba mmmmmmmmmm

Tue Jul 22 02:33pm EDT

Smile
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........,--\\..,-"-.Friends are like flowers,
........`-..\(..'-...\That brighten your day.
...............\.;---,/With fragrance and beauty,
..........,-""-;\To share on life`s way.
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!☆∴°﹒° Have A Wonderful Night!☆∴°﹒°
!☆∴°﹒° Love N Hugs!☆∴°

Tue Jul 22 01:47pm EDT