Lost in passionate memories..  

carebearluv2 42F
1267 posts
12/13/2005 8:17 pm

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3/5/2006 9:27 pm

Lost in passionate memories..

Song: Alan Jackson "I'll go on loving you"

When I look into your soft green eyes
When I see your delicate body
Revealed to me as you slip off your dress
I'm reminded what I feel for you
Will remain strong and true
Long after the pleasures of the flesh have died..

Then I'll go on loving you
I'll go on loving you
I'll go on loving you

Me in the rain or the wind
Or the moon up in the sky
The spin of the earth or the change of the tide
I don't know what brought us together
What strange forces of nature
Conspire to construct the present
From the past

Then I'll go on loving you
I'll go on loving you
I'll go on loving you

Even now when I hear that song, I am reminded of him and I think back to the erotic adventure we shared. Two lonely, dark souls traveling the deserted expanse of highway searching for their destination. This song on the radio, I look over at him with desire in my eyes, longing to feel his touch against my hot skin. In a low voice, I whisper to him, telling him in explicit detail the sensual power this song has on me. The primal desire I feel for him seizes me and before long, I begin to feel my panties moisten and an ache within me. I must have him.

Seeing my passion, he pulls the vehicle over to a secluded portion of the highway. The off chance we may got caught excites me in ways I could never imagine. For someone to catch me with my lover, as I seek the relief of my hunger for him produces a sense of euphoria and sexual release within me.

I mount him and he removes my clothing. His hands on me, he seizes every portion of my senses as his passion grows beneath me. His lips, his tongue roam my soft, naked flesh as my breath catches in my throat. As his passion rises, I long to provide him with release. I greedily undress him, kissing every inch of his strong chest, working my hands towards the source of my pleasure and his passion. Not able to hold back, I work him into me, pushing against him to ensure he is buried deep within me, reaching into the part of my soul only he can touch. Together, we ride the waves of pleasure, sated in the release of our desires and the pleasures of our hot flesh intertwined to become one.

This night is forever burned in my memory, even though he is gone now. I can feel his flesh, the warmth of his breath and the smell of him. I can feel his hands, hear the moans of his satisfaction and feel him buried deep within my center. It started with a song and it ended in a passion only he could satisfy. After all this time, only he can touch my soul. Only he can leave me yearning for his touch, aching every night for him. For it is with him that I am truly complete. The pleasures of the flesh have died and I am still here waiting.


digdug41 49M

12/13/2005 9:04 pm

I think we all have had an experience of that nature carebear I know I have, and when I hear universally speaking by the redhotchillipeppers I can see this woman that song reminds me of in my minds eye and all of those feelings come back to me, if only for the duration of the song, but it is nice at times.

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rm_titsandtires 51M/41F
3656 posts
12/13/2005 9:28 pm

the one that haunts me is the one i haven't met yet. make sense?

tires


carebearluv2 42F

12/14/2005 4:16 am

Yes Digdug, it is nice to have those memories, no matter what life has thrown at you since that experience. I know this song will always provoke that memory for me and I cherish it more than I can explain to anyone.


carebearluv2 42F

12/14/2005 4:17 am

Ah Tires, you know the one that haunts you is me! LOL

Seriously, I understand completely. I have spent so much time with the belief that he is the one, that I do get worried that if he isn't, I wont find my true intended one.


norprin5 55M

12/14/2005 5:37 pm

i've found 'the one'...and yet i wonder, is there 'another one'?

King Nor XVIII


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