Wanting
You took my hand and guided me through a portrait of culture. I felt so confused but so much alive at the same time. Your gentle nature grazed warmth to my coal shaped heart. I lusted for the taste of your lips, the touch of hands, and the feeling of being alive. Perusing this thought of having you in my arms evoked a furry of passion that I could not dispell. Entranced by a magic charm that radiated desire, I untangled the ribbons of friendship that held us bound crossing into the unknown. As I began to pursue my desire with a rhythmic thrust I began to quiver at the thought of kissing your soft inviting lips. Tongues of furry berated my very being as I began to lose all sense of reality. Maybe it was your motherly nature or maybe it was the thought of wanting it as I did which brought us together. All I knew is that with each kiss I grew a hunger as your nipples became erect, your eyes enlighted and your soft pool of feminity was enflamed with passion for my touch.
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Marriage Proposal of the Day: In what is believed to be the first proposal of marriage between two gay men — and war vets — on a U.S. military base, Navy vet Cory Huston asked Marine Avarice Guerrero to marry him Tuesday at Camp Pendleton in San Diego. Here’s the story:
Under a bright Southern California sky at Camp Pendleton’s Camp Del Mar near Oceanside, California, a full two hours before his boyfriend’s return from the badlands of Afghanistan, Cory Huston waited nervously. Huston, who was discharged under the former Don’t Ask Don’t Tell policy, chain smoked as he rehearsed the simple proposal he would deliver when Guerrero would arrive.
Finally, luggage in tow, Guerrero emerged with a smile on his face. Upon seeing Huston, Guerrero dropped his bags; aimed a kiss toward Huston’s lips; and opened his arms to his boyfriends waiting embrace. The time and distance of 10 months’ separation evaporated in a public show of affection that less than a year ago would have been cause for court martial. After a few minutes of emotional holding and kissing, Huston went anxiously down on one knee; looked up at Guerrero, who was dressed from head to toe in military fatigues; and produced an engagement ring and the time-honored phrase, “Will you marry me?”
Huston’s mild tremble, a result of hours and days of anticipation about this day, was quickly quieted by the one word every hopeful fiancé wants to hear: “Yes.”
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Poem (not yet completed)
I sit here attempting to focus on my studies yet as my mind goes off into a distant world, it makes me question whether I should stop my pilgrimage to the abyss of fantasies thus remaining in a world of order. With dream-like fantasies my mind wonders into a realm of desire. I smell the ambrosia fermenting within the ground I stand. Its aroma brings nostalgia to my childlike state-screaming olly olly oxen free.
Swimming in the lagoon of serendipity sprinkled with fairy dust I prevail to the gates of past memories to visit my childhood self. Shattered glass trails the journey of what I attempt to forget. Etched in abuse and misgivings I remember the path well.
Tired of being poor; have to start acting like a big girl now
