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What is passion?
What is passion?
What is passion to you?
Exactly what is passion? Is it something you know how to define, or just something you know deep down...something that reaches out and grabs you, but you could never put words to it. Something that burns inside of you. An intimacy like no other. Seems alot of people search for it and counterfiet it for a cheap thrill...but is that true passion?
I looked it up..and found several definitions...but I think the one that best describes it was....PASSION applies to an emotion that is deeply stirring or ungovernable.
So my question for the day...In your own words define Passion.
4/28/2006 11:40 am
For me, between a man and woman, it starts with a look, an attraction, a chemistry. It's a welling up of emotion, though you may not even know the person. It's an emotion that turns to anticipation, especially when you are slow dancing, pulling her close, body to body, whisper to whisper. It's a deep longing look in each others eyes, just before your lips meet. It's reading your posts Rose. And, it's much more than I can write here.|
4/29/2006 10:18 pm
The brush of a feather against your skin. That thing you feel but still unknown. A banked fire that slowly but surely escapes the coals.|
They glow a dull orange a bright red until they finally burst into flame.....Hmmmm...this is hard...heh heh....of course I have a passion for golf too.....its kinda sad actually
4/30/2006 5:11 pm
I am not sure I can exactly define passion other than it is a very strong feeling which nearly overwhelms me... it consumes me... it goes very deep to my soul.. it can be sexual or not... |
Not sure I can define it... but I know when I have it or experience it!!
It is a MUST for me!!
4/30/2006 5:51 pm
I think it should be a must for everybody...why would someone want to go without the passion?|
5/8/2006 5:16 am
was one of those mornings that my nipples were bolting through my little black tank.|
sat straight up and discarded the garment meeting with your eyes. lustily gasping, i watch you motion toward the shower. i tiptoe gently turning the faucet to a warm temp, careful as to not wake our newest youngest visitor.
stepping in with you, as the slight steam filled the tiled wall, i notice a stir in our bedfellow.
i whisper he might spoil our morning promiscuity, yet you hush my worry with a deepening enchanted kiss. first kiss of the morning and my stomach melts inside. while outside, you travel your lips down my abdomen, i am in shear heaven. short-winded, i let out an effeminate moan. now you are on one knee clasping my clit in between your teeth and tongue, sending shrills down my spine. you knead my ass, with your left hand as you trail your free hand to my already moist area that awaits your manly grasp.
then i feel the cooler breeze skim into the area, with the shower door slightly ajar. "aha good morning my new friend" i say in a breathy manner, and quickly he spots where you have seated yourself. i think deliciously where J can plant himself in this equation and as if intertwined somehow already, J has learned far well from you, S, the master of getting me off.
S decides to stand moving his perfect caressing hands all over my melting
form. one vibrating kiss off the back of the neck and again catching me from behind in complete surprise, one arm linked to my body, i whimper audibly, this time and he sinks every last inch of his manliness inside me.
you stand there J, involved intensely in the moment from astonishment. the passion consumes you vigorously racing your tongue and lips with mine. you feel through my kisses, the thrusts i keep enduring rapturously from S. S decides to cup my erect breast for your mouth. you circle my nipple with distinguishing delight. i evolve into a woman now getting full pleasure by two illustrious men. S grips my hips as he motions for you take over with your confident hands. i feel your contact with your tongue and lips. i wield his constant moves and his fingertips with you both leading me to a foreign ecstasy. S slows and grunts softly, "no not yet, soon, not yet." the sincere accent builds my desire. he steps outside the shower and says to J, "continue, i will be in here waiting."
J, you happily, resume the location you were in, drinking in the nakedness that has been left for you to savor. kissing my nudity, as i pant exhaustingly, in one swoop, you nestle me against the wall bewildering my last efforts of all control. you accelerate your firmness in, as to teach me a lesson that i most certainly deserve.
"when do you cum?" you ask.
"i have many times with S. do you want to feel my tightness constrict your muscle, J?"
you stop astounded i should ever hold back.
you strip the glass door with me still clamped to your body.
S smiles then i hear, "she thinks she is holding out", J states to S.
"not liking what your getting, angeldev?", S laughs.
"what makes you boyz talk such non-sense?" i say defiantly, with a mischievious grin.
S kisses my response away, as you J, have laid me missionary on the bed.
"i wanna taste you J, with my juices on you" we see your manhood jump in response.
S says lowly, again sending shivers, "whatever you do to him, i will do to you".
this scenerio is bound on passion. in my eyes, this is how it is. if the story was too reeling, then perhaps:
passion is your imagination stimulated by the one that makes you ache with constant illuminating desire; caresses your fragile mind with sheer presence of mystical vibrancy; enters ever part of your realm without reason or being or control. you want. you crave. you feel a undying need for absorption with this undeniable force; a soulmate that quenches your every thirst.
passion without another or not to another means you live, breathe, and even draw pain to feel and push the bar, as far as the intentions can go.
thats as good as i can tell, rosey. i had a great educator, lately.
with any passion, there is a muse.
5/10/2006 10:03 am
Passion is what drives me to post certain entries in my blog. You can tell which posts they are...|