Come to me My Beloved, I await you with open arms, in our divine tree house. Rest your weary head on the swell of my bosom. Let me hold you close. Remember we are always safe here. This is our sacred space where love and magick are the rule, rather than the exception. Breath in my essence. Allow your wounds to be healed. Feel our hearts beating in synch, as I stroke your soft, lion's mane. Relax and I'll whisper the secrets of the universe to you. She can't hurt you here. I won't allow it. Together, we are impenetrable.

I enjoy pleasuring him. I love the sounds, the warmth, the naughtiness... I love it all. Our tones of lovemaking have evolved to a more erotic vibration. It's intoxicating. There's healing energy behind those sounds, whether it's the sound of his penis sliding in and out of my mouth, or the enraptured sound of our breathing... Oh fuck it...I get wet just hearing his voice! I'm telling you right now, the man is INCREDIBLE!!!!!!!!!!! Had I not experienced it myself, I wouldn't believe it. Come to think about it, he's not a man...He's a GOD.

OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dear God/ess, Please hear my prayers. I know this is a HUGE thing for me to ask of you, but could you PLEASE make sure no one I love "with all my heart" dies before me...PLEASE... I couldn't stand the pain. I can't. I've been through it enough already. And even though I know "True Love Never Ends..." listen to me, "I'M A SELFISH WIMP." I WANT TO ENJOY THE PEOPLE I LOVE EVERY PRECIOUS MOMENT OF MY LIFE!!!!!!! Please God/ess...Please... You can grant me this HUGE favor...I know you can. PLEASE. :::throws herself on the altar:::

Beautiful baby girl...I gaze upon your China doll face, with the huge, dark, almond eyes. They are her eyes...The eyes her Mother... The eyes of a Seer. Oh, but such sadness - photo after photo - in those eyes. How could she not love and adore you? You are an angel, so beautiful. Who could ignore the tears, or refused the embrace of an angel?! And this is your Mother????!!!!!! I feel your arms reaching out, yearning to be held. I understand now. Don't cry baby girl...don't cry...Please don't cry... :::Rocking myself in fetal position::: I AM ALIVE.

I remember you. I cannot deny the depth of love I possess for you. It's you my heart ache's for. I cherish the warm, silky, softness of your healing touch; our passionate embraces of body, mind, and spirit; the silent promises in your eyes; your vast wisdom and knowledge. I surrendered my heart to you. I'm not afraid anymore. I AM safe now. We are stronger together. I will embrace this happiness, and love you fully, openly - let the whole world see - as I transform, basking in the shimmering glow of your presence in my life. Beloved, I AM yours...........................................

I stood in front of a classroom, dressed in a sparkling, white, Goddess gown. My silky hair flowed like angel wings. Eyes of adoration looked at me. "Break time." I said. The appreciative students left the room. He was standing there, tall, dark, those handsome eyes looking right through me. "Let me heal you." He whispered into my ear, as he pressed me against the wall. His skillful hands explored my body through my clothing, then slid underneath the gown, between my creamy thighs... Our energy merged as each stroke brought me to climax....DAMN IT!!!! I WOKE UP.

Listen up, I'm only going to say this once. I am feeling jealous and possessive. That's right. The Goddess is being a BEOTCH. :::Plops down and pouts::: What the fetch is this about anyway? Where the heck are these feelings coming from? They don't fit me. FREAKING GREEN EYED MONSTER BE GONE! I think I'm just tired and cranky right now. Men, if you have a penis, hide it, because I'm in a penis slapping mood! Stupid Flacky. Stupid Borea. Stupid Farina. Stupid Syrupfin. Stupid Lettuce. Stupid Adripfawna. The question remains..."WHAT ABOUT ME?" Hmmmm...Let's ask the Dalai Lama.

:::Falls to her knees, head bowed in humility::: Oh HE who I have willingly surrendered my heart to...HE who has THE most MAGNIFICENT Penis...HE whose kisses melteth my butter. HE who is MY Beloved. Forgive me my childish insecurities... I stand before you chastised. :::Looks up, blinking innocently, breasts fully exposed::: How may I pleasure you, so you will know of my sincerity? Shall I kisseth your Barney toes, or wouldst thou prefereth I sucketh thy noble scepter? Say the word Master and I will caress every inch of you, for I love and adore you as no other...

I'm learning the lesson of unconditional giving. So often I give, expecting something in return, whether it is a thank you, or a hug, or acknowledgment, etc...etc... What I'm learning is that to give from the heart - truly give - without expecting anything in return, is not as easy as it seems, and is a great gift indeed. I learned that once I give something special to someone, it's theirs to share with whomever they want, and to do whatever they want, any "expectations" on my part, isn't fair to the recipient. Perhaps I give what I ache to receive?

"Look at me. You know I love you." Immediately I began to question what that meant, to which he responded, "Don't analyze it." His loving eyes and the expression on his face spoke volumes. All of a sudden, the hunger stopped. I don't know how to explain it, except to say, for the first time in my life "I" felt full. Then he kissed me tenderly... Oh such golden kisses! My heart swooned. I didn't want him to stop. I wanted to hear him say it over, again, and again, and again.... That one precious moment is "all that is."

The brilliant, orange rays of the setting sun filled our sacred space with divine light. Instinctively basking in the healing energy, we eagerly turned our faces towards the sun. The violet horizon was awe inspiring. We snuggled and watched with anticipation, like two little children eager to open their presents on Christmas morning, awaiting the moment between sunrise and sunset, where all dimensions merge as one. When I turned and looked into his handsome eyes, time stood still, and I knew I was home. He is my sunrise. He is my sunset. I love him beyond space, time, and dimensions.

My Dearest Valentine, I love you. Whether near or far, you are always in my heart, always on my mind. Life was incomplete without you in it. How I enjoy sharing every precious moment with you. You make me smile, think, laugh, sigh, glow... I enjoy the magick, the adventure, the ecstasy. When I touch you, I touch the universe. You are my heaven. You are My Beloved. Come lay with me now...... Tell me you love me. Hold me close. Let me fall asleep in your arms...... We must rest now, for on the morrow we shall make love.

Today I received THE most perfect, paper, Valentine. Every time I look at it, my heart swoons! Oh I love him so! He created it with his own hands. Just knowing he took time out of his busy day, to create it for me, means so much! He kept apologizing for his simple gift. What he didn't realize is he gave me THE greatest gift of all, a Valentine. A real Valentine. Not something mass produced, but something from his heart. The heart of My Beloved. And then he spoke the words, I have longed to hear... I love you.

I love his naughtiness. I love how he shares his erotic thoughts with me. I love how he willingly submits to our tantric play. I love how his hand seductively slips underneath my clothes and fondles my breasts. I love how he teases me with his kisses. I love how his cock feels. I love how the sound of his voice makes me wet. I love how he surrenders to the pleasure of my giving him head, even when a SUV parked next to us, and watched what we were doing... I love the sounds he makes when he's cumming.

"I seek refuge Padre." The fever burned through Cristina's frail, torn, body. The Padre gazed upon her with great compassion, as she knelt before him, clinging to his gown... He reached down and swept her hair from her face. She looked into his kind eyes, and passed out. In a daze she awoke in a big, feather, bed. He was carefully attending to her wounds, and cleansing her body... His warm, loving, touch lulled her back into unconsciousness...The next time she awoke, he was lifting her head, encouraging her to sip, salty, broth. "Partake My Angel...Partake..." he whispered.

Cristina climbed out of the bed and looked through the shuttered window. The sun was bright and it's rays danced across her face. Padre quietly stood behind her, close enough that she could feel his breath against the nape of her neck... She lifted her hair to the side, purposefully exposing more of her flesh. The white gown slipped off her tiny shoulders, and fell to the ground. He gasped. Her creamy skin was luminescent exposed in the sunlight. Pressing against his swelling groin, she reached for his hands and placed them upon her ripe breasts...causing him to ejaculate.

My past life visions, as Cristina, continued to unfold. The intense emotions I felt while observing this particular past life, touched my heart deeply, and helped me to understand current circumstances... I never left the Padre's room, nor did he disclose to anyone, but God, the depth of our relationship. He constantly prayed for forgiveness, for indulging his passions with me. Each encounter was pure bliss...explorations of senses he could no longer deny...including love. With each passing day, I grew weaker. The pneumonia was slowly killing me; he knew this, which made every moment together a sacred communion.

The room became a heavenly Sanctuary for Cristina. Feeling the warmth of the Padre next to her was bliss. For once in her life, she felt safe. The terrible nightmare she had run away from seemed so distant when she was in his arms. She was home. Every night they would pray together, he on his knees before her, arms wrapped around her delicate waist, as she clutched his head lovingly to her chest. In the cocoon of their love, angels danced, heralding the parting of the veil of death... Instinctively, she knew this, and held him tighter, silently weeping.

Client one: The love of her life gave her an STD. His excuse? He was afraid of commitment, so he got drunk, and fucked this drop dead gorgeous chick. When his dick started to weep... All of a sudden he reconsidered his "commitment" and learned the error of his ways. Client two: He was so nice to me, loved me like no one else had, but he wasn't "handsome" enough, so I left him for the "man of my dreams," who turned out to be a jerk. Now I want the first guy back...I realize what true love is...

To whom it may concern, For future reference, see attached: Main Entry: pri·or·i·ty Pronunciation: prI-'or-&-tE, -'är- Function: noun Inflected Form(s): plural -ties Date: 14th century 1 a (1) : the quality or state of being prior (2) : precedence in date or position of publication; used of taxa b (1) : superiority in rank, position, or privilege (2) : legal precedence in exercise of rights over the same subject matter 2 : a preferential rating; especially : one that allocates rights to goods and services usually in limited supply 3 : something given or meriting attention before competing alternatives 4 : not me.

Beloved, I felt you reaching out to me. I felt your caresses and embrace. I heard you whisper you love me. I felt you coming closer. I felt you needing me. I felt your frustration. I felt your sincerity. I felt your arms around me....holding me close. I felt our hearts yearning for one another. I felt so alone without you, so hollow, and incomplete. I felt so angry at myself and at you. I felt like I wanted to run into your arms the moment you appeared. I felt like making love to you right then and there.

Perhaps trust and trusting aren't just about being faithful or devoted. Perhaps it's about knowing who you are and where you stand in a significant other's life. Perhaps trust is allowing an individual to spread their wings and fly, or make choices, even those choices that cause your heart to sink, because they need to. Perhaps trust is knowing I have given my heart fully to someone I can trust, no matter what... It's not about looks, or station in life, it's about love. It's about pure, unconditional love. When there is trust, there are no doubts. Everything is clear.

I know exactly what he wants. I know when he wants short taps or long licks. I know how deep his cock slides down my throat. I know how chewy his balls are. I know how to lick his most vulnerable places. I know how to make him want more. I know how hard he gets when he is around me. I know how to pull the leash on his cock. I know how to make him beg for more. I know how to make him blush. I know how to enchant him. I know how to make him moan.

Come to me My Beloved. Enter fully into my heart. Let us explore all pleasures together. Taste the succulence of our bodies melding in passion; our pheromones triggering erotic responses, granting us divine permission to overcome any barriers of inhibition. Your gentle touch awakens me. Your naughty playfulness delights me. Your massive cock satiates me. Ride me like a bull. Frost my face with your cum. Snuggle me like a child, then spank me like a woman. Caress my lips, as I swoon in your embrace... Tell me you love me over and over again... We are meant to be.

I was slightly melancholy, listening to Billy Holiday, driving down the road, when the light turned red. I stopped, gazed into the night sky, and became enchanted by the beauty of the moon. "He dedicated the moon to me." I thought, filling my heart with a warm, loving, feeling... "I wonder if he is looking at the moon right now? I wonder if he knows how deeply I love him?" The moon smiled, as if to confirm my heart's desire, followed by a shooting star. The maniac sound of horns blaring behind me, pulled me out of my trance...OOPS!

Ladies and gentleman, presenting the lovesick Goddess. Notice how she floats through the air, oblivious to anything, except her Beloved. See how her eyes get all moony at the sight of him. Watch as she performs death defying acts of cunnilingus and fellatio. Observe how she turns into Jell-O the minute he touches her. Ladies and gentleman...for her next performance, the Goddess will attempt to express her love in 100 words, no more, no less. Maestro, drum roll please.................:::Standing majestically before the audience, the Goddess whispers::: "He is THE love of my life." :::The crowd goes wild!!!!!::: BRAVO!!!!!

Looking in the mirror, I examined my Seer eyes. I noticed the fine lines around my eyes, especially when I smile. I also noticed the whites of my eyes become brighter after each session, so for fun I turned off the light in the bathroom, and sure enough, my eyes glowed in the dark! People say they see their souls reflected through the eyes of love, when they look at me. If I stare at myself in the mirror, will I see my soul reflected through the eyes of love? Or is it only when I look into his eyes?

If you love someone romantically, why would you want to be with anyone else? I just don't get it. Loving someone romantically is a vital exchange of sacred energy. It's something that should be treasured and nurtured. But sometimes I question what people "love." If a gorgeous woman sits across from me and says, "My husband doesn't love me because I'm too fat..." I think to myself, what is it that he really loves? Because if you love someone, you love them for who they are, inside and out, as they are, a few extra pounds shouldn't destroy love. NEXT!