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I'm not writing this for you... it is not a plea to my heavenly creature that doesn't see me...
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I'm not writing this for you... it is not a plea to my heavenly creature that doesn't see me... I'm not writing this for you... it is not a plea to my heavenly creature that doesn't see me... these words are scattered to the winds... a call to Aphrodite, the goddess of luv... to look down upon me... and say... there is a chance for you... but, not with them... for they are unattainable... they are the ones featured in Victoria's Secret commercials... lingerie... lining up the film messages that swoop thru your unfiltered heart... they are the ones that are just out of reach... ever so near to your pounding breath... to your aching throbs of want... to those desires waiting to be heard... like a Christmas list left unattended... like the cookies and milk... only crumbs and the appearance of something real having been there... a Coldplay lyric... "something just like this..."... only not just like this... slightly shaken and not stirred... like a cork from a champagne bottle... never opened, only poised to receive... but, not really... until that familiar "sound"... a lollipop waiting to be licked... is eternity soon enough... yes... for this blog... it is... I never liked the commercials where the owl licks three times and shouts out "three licks" as the final answer... to get to that elusive center... like the center of her lips... the one that this is not written for... "like a wish from a coin to a well... the splash, an empty tell..." (I like this line... a new euphemism by easy going... to be stolen by those who can appreciate the cry for help...) perhaps, my Greek goddess Aphrodite or my Roman Goddess Venus will cum thru for me... I'll take your help... you know this easy going soul would rather be lucky than smart... let the gods have mercy on him... let them point the light of lust in his direction... so that that unsuspecting attainable heavenly creature... for a brief moment... can see him... thru the sea of pretenders in their wake... a simple man, with simple tastes... that want to taste her... not you... the one that wants to please and be pleased... the one who sees a light at the end of this tunnel... that see a glass and drinks if she is thirsty... gets another glass if she wants it... sidelines are for spectators and beauty queens like a Maroon 5 song... of only 18... or more... and, still more years as the future unfolds... it doesn't matter... the category has been chosen... the dye cast... Oh... what she would find with this word-trodden man... feelings from an open book... so her fingers can leisurely walk thru that soul... indicating that the search may be over... the tempest about to abate... a path shone where two may walk or touch or taste or kiss... where two see each other... again... this one is not written for you... it is written only for her... the one that makes time... that feels the same beat... that doesn't question... for she has been touched by Cupid's arrow... maybe, a blow to the head... an easy going one... that shook her like an AC/DC song... maybe, not all night long... because that would wear me out... but, a reasonable amount for a first... a moment of intimacy... that only she could appreciate... she could be luved by this "blind" man... "Here you won't find treason hard Help Quiet, he sleeps with anything but love Help Help We need him to stay between us And do you really understand? Help Can you help? Help Help Perfectly aligned to future's hour Evidence he couldn't stay between us Help Help Black paint on a white canvas arm Imprints of the words you chose to say Help Can you help? Darling, can you help? Darling, can you, can you Help Help Help Darling can you help? Can you?..." London Grammar - "Help" --------------------------------------------------- thanks for the read... To leave private messages, please use my confidential mailbox at my blog: Good luck!!!  |
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Can you help... darling can you help... can you... To leave private messages, please use my confidential mailbox at my blog: Good luck!!!
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Sing praises to Aphrodite the Goddess of love and beauty, for she knows all to well that without love there is no beauty. What brings pleasure to the eye's may very well bring heartache to the soul. Look deep within those you meet and you shall find that of which you seek. Once a King, Always a King But Once a night is enough.
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Sing praises to Aphrodite the Goddess of love and beauty, for she knows all to well that without love there is no beauty. What brings pleasure to the eye's may very well bring heartache to the soul. Look deep within those you meet and you shall find that of which you seek. Once a King, Always a King But Once a night is enough. thanks for your visit and comments to this blog. I appreciate the advice. words of wisdom... thanks again... Have a great Tuesday! To leave private messages, please use my confidential mailbox at my blog: Good luck!!!
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Does she walk? Does she talk? Does she come complete? My homeroom homeroom angel Always pulled me from my seat She was pure like snowflakes No one could ever stain The memory of my angel Could never cause me pain Years go by I'm lookin' through a girly magazine And there's my homeroom angel on the pages in-between My blood runs cold My memory has just been sold My angel is the centerfold Angel is the centerfold My blood runs cold My memory has just been sold Angel is the centerfold Slipped me notes under the desk While I was thinkin' about her dress I was shy I turned away Before she caught my eye I was shakin' in my shoes Whenever she flashed those baby-blues Something had a hold on me When angel passed close by Those soft and fuzzy sweaters Too magical to touch To see her in that negligee Is really just too much My blood runs cold My memory has just been sold My angel is the centerfold Angel is the centerfold My blood runs cold My memory has just been sold Angel is the centerfold It's okay I understand This ain't no never-never land I hope that when this issue's gone I'll see you when your clothes are on Take you car, yes we will We'll take your car and drive it We'll take it to a motel room And take 'em off in private A part of me has just been ripped The pages from my mind are stripped Oh no, I can't deny it Oh yeah, I guess I gotta buy it My blood runs cold My memory has just been sold My angel is the centerfold Angel is the centerfold My blood runs cold My memory has just been sold My Angel in the centerfold My blood runs cold My memory has just been sold My angel is the centerfold Angel is the centerfold My blood runs cold My memory has just been sold Angel is the centerfold
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Don't know how you do it but your words have impacted lots of folks- hope they listen (Virtual Symposium Group) use Virtual Symposium Group
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Hi Joy. thanks for the visit and comments... you do like AC/DC so much... that you sing to their songs... My fave of theirs is "Highway to Hell"... I've always liked that one... "Back in Black" was also close... and, you know... the Stephen King movie "Maximum Overdrive" featured their songs... I luv that movie... Have a great day... To leave private messages, please use my confidential mailbox at my blog: Good luck!!!
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Does she walk? Does she talk? Does she come complete? My homeroom homeroom angel Always pulled me from my seat She was pure like snowflakes No one could ever stain The memory of my angel Could never cause me pain Years go by I'm lookin' through a girly magazine And there's my homeroom angel on the pages in-between My blood runs cold My memory has just been sold My angel is the centerfold Angel is the centerfold My blood runs cold My memory has just been sold Angel is the centerfold Slipped me notes under the desk While I was thinkin' about her dress I was shy I turned away Before she caught my eye I was shakin' in my shoes Whenever she flashed those baby-blues Something had a hold on me When angel passed close by Those soft and fuzzy sweaters Too magical to touch To see her in that negligee Is really just too much My blood runs cold My memory has just been sold My angel is the centerfold Angel is the centerfold My blood runs cold My memory has just been sold Angel is the centerfold It's okay I understand This ain't no never-never land I hope that when this issue's gone I'll see you when your clothes are on Take you car, yes we will We'll take your car and drive it We'll take it to a motel room And take 'em off in private A part of me has just been ripped The pages from my mind are stripped Oh no, I can't deny it Oh yeah, I guess I gotta buy it My blood runs cold My memory has just been sold My angel is the centerfold Angel is the centerfold My blood runs cold My memory has just been sold My Angel in the centerfold My blood runs cold My memory has just been sold My angel is the centerfold Angel is the centerfold My blood runs cold My memory has just been sold Angel is the centerfold thanks for visiting and commenting on my blog. I luv receiving song lyrics... this is the first time that I ever read these while listening to the song... I didn't even know the name of this song... but, had heard it several times... the first two stanzas depict a near-perfect image... for an infatuation vision of his heavenly creature... the third one, not so much... but, I never paid attention to the lyrics... as has happened to me with many songs that I just listened to and enjoyed... Songs like "Cinderella" from Firefly... and "Lola" from "The Kinks"... tell an interesting story... that you only get when you listen to it all... so, what is the message I should take away from this response.... thanks again... have a wonderful day... To leave private messages, please use my confidential mailbox at my blog: Good luck!!!
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Don't know how you do it but your words have impacted lots of folks- hope they listen Thanks for your comments. They mean alot to me. I like how you said "words" and, not just the songs... Although, I feel that the lyrics add to my messages... I like hearing that my attempt at capturing someone's attention is actually meaningful to someone. I hope that my posts have a positive effect on those that read them... I don't want to hurt anyone... Have a great Tuesday... To leave private messages, please use my confidential mailbox at my blog: Good luck!!!
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Music is worth a this and words my friend. Love your choices hugs V Become a blog watcher sweet_vm
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Music is worth a this and words my friend. Love your choices hugs V Thanks for your lovely and much appreciated comments. I see it like you do. Have a wonderful Wednesday! To leave private messages, please use my confidential mailbox at my blog: Good luck!!!
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