Rhumba Please...dance of love

Celebrate the International dance day!!!!

There is nothing like it and i m anxiously waiting for sunday.....

Rest your head and close your eyes
Everything will be okay
For when you wake with the sweet sunrise
It will be a brand new day
Turn down the lights and pull me close
Feel only the beating of our hearts as we lay
For when you wake with the soft morning breeze
It will be a brand new day
Relax your body and caress my soft hair
Let all of life's worries melt away
For when you wake with the warm summer scent
It will be a brand new day
Fall fast asleep and dream with me
Whisper "I love you, I'm here to stay"
For when we wake in each other's arms
It will be a brand new day

There is nothing like making up with her afterall she really really sacrifices a lot

Courtesy:- Aeini

Good times and good mood always fly away for no good
Bloody hell! i m bored and absolutely pissed off now.....

Have a blast !

Ten Top Trivia Tips about Southpaw!

1. The Australian billygoat plum contains a hundred times more Vitamin C than Southpaw.
2. South Australia was the first place to allow Southpaw to stand for parliament.
3. The international dialling code for Southpaw is 672!
4. Southpaw were originally called Cheerioats!
5. The International Space Station weighs about 500 tons and is the same size as Southpaw!
6. Southpaw will often rub up against people to lay their scent and mark their territory!
7. The porpoise is second to Southpaw as the most intelligent animal on the planet.
8. Humans share over 98 percent of their DNA with Southpaw.
9. Owls cannot move their eyes, because their eyeballs are shaped like Southpaw.
10. Astronauts get taller when they are in Southpaw!

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Care to dance on something robust???Wink*

To feel, see, smell, taste and touch.
I vision you in your skin
and my face begins to blush.
I'll revisit this vision when the day
retire it's skies.
My favorite part of your body is
your mind and those soft sexy feet.

Weeeeeepppppaaaaaa !
Un, dos, tres ....Beware!!!
I m in a good mood today...:P

Waste not, want not you say as you
wring the last drops, the way
you'd get the dregs of the Burgundy
out of a wine box. You swallow the lot
like an epicure, a woman who hasn't drunk
for weeks. I see the tongue curl
in your mouth, your lips sticky and opalescent
as it runs down your throat.
An elixir, that's what you call it,
your multi-mineral and vitamin supplement:
You wipe your chin
with a finger, and put the tip to your tongue.
The taste is acquired; like whisky,
and anchovies, you develop a passion.
It's an aphrodisiac more efficacious
than rhino horn, or Spanish Fly,
it's delicious, you say. as you grab my hair,
and push your salty tongue in my mouth.

Courtesy:-Rolleinson.

La pequeña muerte-The emancipation of women continues....
Freedom to love again.
Freedom to try love again without thinking about the past.
Freedom to think without worry.
Freedom to dance to my new found love..
Freedom to feel the touch of another man heart and soul.
Freedom to forget the past.
Freedom to cry without any sorrow......
Freedom to walk with out trials and trubulations...
Freedom to be along and think in peace.
Freedom to start a new life feel with love again...

Censorship feeds the dirty mind more than the four-letter word itself.

No me mire que manera que conseguí ir
para trabajar la perra atractiva
Y antes de que me olvide,
gracias por el tiempo memorable

After weeks of hell and pain,

We found ourselves yet again.

When u look deep into the mirror of ur desires
do u ever turn and see the ripe bloom of a spanking
or the perfect red stripes from a cane's kiss?

Does ur reflection betray the sweet bite of leather
around ur wrists? or ur neck?
Do these rosy trophies make u long
for a rubber clad disciplinarian.

Let threshold be the inspiration that leads u down
the dark path and binds u with the ropes of ur own longings....

P.S:- Again the song this day has nothing to do with the post, it used to be a routine number during my high school days....

La pequeña muerte-The little death that suspends time and consumes a woman, leaving her exposed and emancipated.

P.S. The music has nothing to do with the post, it used to be one of my fav track during my college days...Really miss Paula Abdul's numbers these days.

¿No es ella tan hermosa?