At that point where failures hurts more
And the safety net breaks temporarily
The few outweigh the many
And nothing makes sense anymore
Love should be enough
But mistakes hurt more
Without it then
Wishing every ten minutes
Could last a lifetime
A picture painted in words and music
No photograph required
All the things
He’s no longer able to say again
Still counting sleeps in his mind
To convince himself he’s fine
The thing that will never fade
His heart’s only desire
No matter what time passes
He writes the songs
That no one else will hear
The numbness consumes
But never completely enough
Happiness turns to maudlin tears
Hopes and dreams to dust
No amount of whisky
Can drown out the feelings
Can hide the image of the face at night
And the sleep that never comes
The memory of the voice
And the laugh that mended a broken soul
Of mistakes made for the right reasons
Or what should be aeternum
Leaves no happy ending once more
But all the time screaming inside
But the only war worth fighting
Is the one that can’t be won
Until the Babylon candle burns bright
And the yellow light blinks once more
After this week’s TMI Tuesday you may say, “Get out of my head!”
The Psychology of Sex
1. For you, can sex be separated from love?
Undoubtedly but in my experience the best sex usually comes about when there is love or at least a pretty deep connection.
2. Can sex be separated from caring?
Again it’s a yes and the answer to question one could apply equally here too.
3. Men: Does sex seem to be something that you can never get enough of and are constantly seeking or thinking about?
I’m blessed (or cursed depending on the situation) with a very high sex drive and it seems to have increased ten fold since I’ve been with my girl! It’s definitely something I can never get enough of. As for constantly thinking about it, I can’t say it rules my life in that respect.
4. Women: Is sex secondary to intimacy, physical closeness, and commitment?
I can’t speak for my girl but I know that sex is as hugely important to her as it is to me.
5. Who is more discriminating in choosing sexual partners–you or your significant other?
We are both pretty discriminating when it comes to that.
Bonus: Who is more likely to take on additional sexual partners, you or your significant other?
Neither of us. I have been monogamous most of my life and my girl is the same.
More TMI here
Not so much a blog post, more by way of losing a bet!
In a recent “discussion” with someone very special to me, I may have overstated just how sure I was that I was right on a particular subject. Needless to say, despite my usually unshakable self belief, I was proven wrong in the most spectacular fashion!
So as part of the bet I’m happy to say….
You were right🖤
Jeans are without a doubt the favourite item of clothing in my wardrobe. The chances of seeing me in a suit outside working hours are pretty rare to say the least.
Jeans are rather like me, no nonsense, hard wearing and able to stand up to all the rough and tumble of life. Other than tshirts I’ve got more jeans than anything else in my wardrobe. I think I have around a dozen pairs.
With regards colour, well like Henry Ford(and indeed most of my clothing) I have any colour, as long as it’s black. Style is invariably tight, just the style I’ve always preferred. On a vain level I have pretty short but muscular legs so shows them off quite well and of course does emphasis other more intimate areas 😏
On a woman I am a huge fan of jeans. There is nothing emphasises the beautiful feminine curves of a well rounded derriere (leather excepted) quite so well as being encased in tight denim. Yes, it’s fair to say I’m a big fan.
More KOTW here
I wanna be, I wanna be the one, yeah you sticky, hook in
I just wanna be right there, more than anything, I swear
Oh yeah, I wanna be your underwear
(I wanna be your) underwear-Bryan Adams
Click the lips to see who else is sinning
All resistance melts.
All fighting stops as the hand encircles the neck.
The noise stuck fast in a primal silent scream.
The knife works fast, unyielding.
Clothes despatched in tatters.
White lines turn to red.
A madness consuming both.
Dragged, thrown, ravaged, devoured.
Surrendered to the carnal frenzy burning within them