i HAD to add another.. sorry.. haha but this is ridiculously funny and true..

Your Bedroom Personality Is Seductive!

You leave a lasting impression on each partner.



What this means:



In each relationship, you take the role of the seducer or seductress.

You set the scene, light the candles, and make sure a good time is had.

You are a true master when it comes to foreplay and sex.



What your lovers love about you:



You are more than a good lover - you are an expert teacher.

You show your lovers what it means to bathe in sensuality.

Turning them into seductive types once your relationship is over.



What your lovers can't stand about you:



You take the act of seduction seriously...

So seriously that quick sex is pretty much out of the quesiton.

As well as, no frills comfort sex.



What's *Your* Bedroom Personality?

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You Are a Like Lips!

You are a deep and sensual lover - who loves to spend hours making out.

A kiss is still the sexiest thing in the world to you.



And although you may not know it yet...

Your gentle untapped sexuality will be explosive once it's unleashed.

And if the tiger is out already ...then keep up the good work!



What Body Part Are You Most Like?

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I lied, this is the last one. Swear ;)

- UNTITLED (someone suggest titles please)
sailing
thro' heaven's skies in your eyes,
i was swept away into tanquility,
into the destiny of my choice.

and nothing could take you away from me.

sunkissed shoulders and a perfect smile,
resting with the playful memories
of the past.
while the movie sunset paused
on the edge of the earth,
before being pushed out of sight,
by a finger on the summer breeze.

that night god smiled at me
as the stars came out.

wrapped in your arms everything turned to gold
and nothing could take you away.

the silver reflection of the moon
danced in the waters,
sharing its lift with us.
as theweeping willows tearful branches,
reached out to touch the sky,
we touched the sky
before night covered us in a blanket of blue.

nothing.

i fell in love with your skin
as you touched me,
your body quivered
and finally,
i smile.

Of course there's a lot more, but I'm not going to waste everything in one night... that = boring. And time consuming. And that sucks. But anywho, here's the last one, it won't make sense to anyone but one person, well parts of it at least haha. I wrote this while writing a letter... came out in about 2 minutes so it kind of sucks, but I like that quality in it.

- UNTITLED
Scorching: orange cigar embers
chest bearing and innocent;
you are a poetic device
in itself.

Unmarked beauty, single blue
specks, the ocean floor.
Light beaing like grainy sunshine
caught in mid-flight

and sparkling dear,
in your eyes.

You tasted like
sweet syrup burning.
Wet warmth like licked candle flame.
You are the
perfection of every little girl's


cliched romance.

You are windy-blown
with my heart on your sleeve.
And i'll be that little wish
cuddled with the paper ball
between your fingers,

and your home at your side.

I was in a champagne bar on the cruise called "Gatsby's" (one of my fav books... just a side note though) and it was absolutely filled with these ridiculous fake intellectual, let's pretend like I'm rich horrible people. It was a fun night for people watching. Needless to say, a lot came up to write about... here's a sample. I'll definitely post more ;)

- MY FRIEND JACK
jack's empty bottle spilled secrets
when spun fore basement play.
it mirrored our panic.
like so many mindless ants
melting for breadcrumbs
beneath caustic weapon.

and we'll march,
one-by-one,
in fashion shows

and hearlding parades.
motorcar assassinations,
and corposes swimming in ink-
oh bitch, you ares.

we could entertain for hours
while we twirled
like ravenous dogs,
chasing tail -
tired from getting it.

shadows bleed through
roman hands idle.
awakening
tomorrow
bedside
a one-night
ovation.
ovulation.
statuatory citation.

in contrast adjustment,
we viewed technicolor tubes.
advising radiation
administering amputation.
amputating imagination.

we're all cliche.
didn't you know?

but somehow,
we found a way
to deal with it.

- CHROMAS
the raindrops
hung.

suspended between dirt and eye,
that eye, that imbued the scene to
an exceeding expectation
of the same amethyst hue
belonging to, an anonymous pixie
with a gyratory dance stance;
stationed to the ribcage.

flowers,
with unconditional love,
emitting scents preserved within
solicitous hands of an impalpable person,
lacking normal predicaments,
tantalizing the virgin butterfly
who's never perceived a rose's touch.

hillsides roll;
on oursides down,
through dew drop kissed blankets;
woven blades of fresh grass,
invulnerable to becoming fragments
to be carried away in the zephyr,
that sometimes finds itself lost
among the leaves of a towering tree;
home to an aged tire swing.

the moon brings
an incandescent conservation
for the stars who's shapes
are reflected on nebulous waters
in the unpretentious ripples
originated from

the raindrops
that hung.

Dedicated ;)

- PINK
i know this girl...

and she told me
she wants to dance along the sun's brightest rays,
dressed in pink ruffles with ribbons in her hair.
she told me she wants to play tag outside with her
friends
grinning and laughing,
without the fear of being kidnapped.

she told me.

she wants to build sand castles in the sky
and live
where the stars are candles that never burn out.
she wants to play with china dolls in
mommy's doll house
and get away from the real world.

barbie loves ken.
ken hates barbie.
the end.

she wants to learn to fly.

she wants to color outside the lines
and see the clouds
as pictures of rabbits or dragons,
while wondering how high the heavens really go.
she wants to know,
not think,
that her angel is standing next to her...
and that if she wants to
she can do anything.

she wants to swing on a tire swing
while staring into the lake
believing that mermaids and monsters
really do live in there.
she wants to hum that tune her mother sang to her,
before she went to sleep,
but she can't remember how it goes.

she wants to remember what beauty is.

she wants to hear her dad laugh
and she wants to become something better
ten years down the road.

but she's tired of watching the road.

This makes me giggle. A lot.

You Should Do Buddha!

Like a Buddhist, you prefer a lover with who is both a teacher and physically large.

Nothing turns you on more than big guy with a jovial smile.

After sex with your lover, you know true Nirvana can’t be far off.

Treating your body as the temple it is, Buddha is truly the lover your dreams.



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