A New Look

Making more changes around here. Since you are my silent partner I'll give you the opportunity to share your opinion. Since you have never lacked for one that shouldn't be hard.

What do you think? Do you like it or would you prefer to go back to an older model?

When are you going to admit that you want to be my girl.

Happy New Year Juneleh. One of these days....

What Are You Doing?

What are you doing here? What do you want? Are you just trying to yank my chain. Want to see if you can make me perform tricks. Does it make you feel good to read these posts. Do you like seeing me pour my heart out or do you prefer when I bring out the edge.

Maybe that is what you miss. Maybe you miss the hard ass that you fell in love with. Well, he is still here. Never left, never went away just didn't show that side. But if you want I can. I can be mean. I can be a jerk.

Not really what I want to do, but you like it when I put you in your place. You like it when I tell you to apologize. Traditional roles baby, remember.

Damn universe won't let you just walk away will it. You can try to forget, try to be angry or make up a million excuses but the memories don't go or the attachment.

Woman, you'd feel a lot better beneath me wouldn't you. That is a statement and not a question.

Ok, the LBJ is crowded, got to run.

Trust

Went to see your family at the zoo the other day so that I could ask them what your story is. Wanted to know what your deal is and why you act so illogical and irrational.

And then I remembered that you are female and it all became clear.

I could talk about how you need to submit. I could talk about how you need a good spanking and a host of other things. They are all true but what I really should do is ignore you because I know that you hate that.

You can feed me all the bullshit about not caring, being done and the other things you say but don't mean. You can tell me all that and I don't believe it because you keep coming back here.

Your presence speaks volumes and tells the story. I know you in ways that you don't know yourself. I see the gray hair interspersed with the black and listen to you rave about politics. Don't tell me that you don't miss talking to me about it along with a million other things or that you don't remember.

I don't like being lied to.

Anyway, I am done with that. Got to deal with my own private hell for a while. Got to set some people straight- too bad you aren't talking or I'd tell you where to go to watch. Some people haven't recognized yet what kind of word storm I can unleash upon them.

Uh oh, testosterone overload. Maybe you'll get lucky and have the chance to help with that. Enough of this, off to battle I go.

See you later Cecilia.

Did You Ever Cry?

Did you ever cry about us? Did you ever feel badly and wonder if you were making a mistake? Did you ever wonder why? You know, that giant "why" that encompasses all of the questions.

When you think about us what do you think about? If I gave you something to suck on would you do so or would you just yell at me for being rude and obnoxious.

Sometimes I think you just need a good spanking and then some. Sometimes I wonder what would happen if we were trapped on that island or locked in that room we always talked about.

Do you think you can continue to hide your heart from me and if so, how long will you try. I think that you like being pursued. I think that you like knowing that I continue to burn and to ache.

Sometimes I wonder if you think it is too much pressure and if I have built up unreasonable expectations. Don't know for certain, but I have been known to speculate.

I still believe that one kiss would rock your world. I still believe that if I held you in my arms you would have to fight not to give in. There is no other reason for you to visit our secret world.

I hope that when you go to sleep you think about that first time together and you remember what once was. And I hope that you understand that in some cases what once was can be...again.

I know things about you that you don't recognize. I understand parts and pieces. I remember how that first time you practically attacked me and threw me down on the bed. Good memories, wonder if we'll add to them.

More Music

Ok crazy woman of mine, I am back. Yes, I called you crazy and woman of mine. We are both crazy, you and I. That is how I see it and since you don't write, call or comment I am free to say whatever I want.

It is kind of refreshing not having to fight to get a word in edgewise. As Groucho Marx said you must have been vaccinated with a phonograph needle. ;)

It is a bit after 1 am and I am awake...again. These two songs played on iTunes tonight and so my dear seventies girl I thought that I would share them with you. But before I do, do you remember seeing this as a kid?

I miss you a little John Michael Montgomery

So much more to say and so much more to share, but it is a bit late and I think that I'll save some of this for later. But for now I'll say that you are my favorite air sucker and I don't believe the lines you have been feeding me. MLBF, alone and apart but still standing.