Hurt

Waterfalls..Rain...Oceans..Nature..Me

My 70's an 80's an my Divorces an Memories..Dancing:):)

I Remember you,An then Lee's Smooth Kickass Jazz

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MOONLITE SMOOTH JAZZ FOR LOVER'S ONLY
Extremely hot, wet an tender,
such intensity,I'll always remember,
your heat,like a furnace,your wetness,
like a weakness,of some freakyness,
I'll always remember,overflowing.
It was like you reached up,an pulled,
No,sucked me in,into such blissful pain,
I strained,even in the rain,of the wetness in you.
Made everything soft an forgiving,an the effort,
drained away in my pain,an suddenly,I was
free,in the hot wettness,I adore in you,warm,
an in total comfort,a steamy softly drenched,
refuge for me. My Irresistible Bliss

Songstress

It Wasn't Me

Don't blame me,cause I'm in Love with Her,none of this stuff called'Life',was ever invented or planned by me.
I didn't make the vision that fell upon my eyes,the soft delicate delicious tones,the dreamy Princess sighs,lips full of every boyhood desire.
I didn't make dreams,hopes,or promises that tugged magically on heartstrings.
It wasn't me.
Blame starry moon lite nights,blame snowflakes falling thru silvery moonbeams in their downwards flight,gleaming up into the night,blame the goldiness in sunrises an sunsets,in her eyes,blame rainbows,not me.
Blame the alluring aroma of Spring,you get in early may morning dew,Blame this sweetness of life,on you.I was but a victim,it wasn't me,just like having snow in thunderstorms,you are magic too me.

Me in '72'in Cali,Air Force B-52 bombers.

Greetings...Old one from Msn spaces Live

Indian...Spirit Animal Sign(Totems)

My Great-Grandfather (Willie House)was a full blooded Comanche,My GrandMother's(Willie Mae House's) Father.So are my interests an feelings accordingly.I've always wondered why the night was so important to me,an I loved it so,along with the wildness in nature,always been the Quite Different one.I always knew I had that "Alpha Male Syndrome"I always circled outside an on the edge of the pack,picking out what I wanted,an went an got it.

Old Friends are Special

The Pleasure Principle...FarAway Places

GO TO Gallery->Picture Album->Entire Collection(For unbeliveable sights)

Beginnings..Then..Now..Love to Dance .An Sade Too

...Jam y'all..

Maze, Heart,Heaven ,an Marvin too

Sounds...Places n Spaces..Play me ..Play me

My Kinda Place

Good ThoughtsTo,Your Health...Everyone...An oh yeah "Fuck All Y'all.

My Girl...Chaka

My Fever..

My Movies..I love Them..all apart of my life..real

My Old Loves 1960->A Celebration

My Princess

S-o-o-obeautiful
The biggest treat in the world is to spoil you as much as I can,for me that is pleasure.

I Must Go Down To The Sea
I must go down to the seas again,to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a Tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea's face and a grey dawn breaking,

I must go down to the seas again,for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And All I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

I must go down to the seas again,to the vagrant gypsy life,to the gull's way
And the Whale's way where the wind's like a whetted knife;And all I ask
is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow rover,And quiet sleep and a sweet
Dream when the long trick's over.........John MasefieldLee

Special......My Old Navy Ship FF-1043..in north atlantic,Breaking away after Refueling into OpenWater

3am thoughts

Tease me,Please,,,just tease me,let my mind create,all the things you want me to crave
Let just the agony of not posessing you,thrill me,excite me,hurt me,let me want,
Let me not control desire,it is your tool,use it.Let me pleasure for wanting,you.Let me hunger
Let me fast,but be ready to let me gorge on you,so that I can be there to the last of you.
Let me call to you,without sound in my voice,but need in my soul,need for you.I adore you.
You are all the sounds an sights an scents,that arouse my soul ,you are my insense,slowly,slowly burning in this life.You are that one lighthouse on the edge of the dark dreary sea,
that saves me from unfeeling,an unliving,the pinnacles of why I breathe,to engulf myself in you.....In every chance I get.<

Passion

I think of times pass of A dream in my Dreams,someone spectacular an special to me,that time cannot erase,nor wear away,she was the other side of me an was me,our times were,

PASSION

We have late nite,early morning conversations,in sweat soaked sheets,icy cold in touch.Our bodies still sticking together,hurting to part,wringing wet an exhausted,pleased an happy,longing, longing,an longing,just our personal heat.Having our insane lovely erotic thoughts,that only two entranced entangled bodies can create,an then imagine life could be.You have intoxicated me with desire,to the edge an back we take each other,again an again,an again, religously only wanting, wanting,an not wanting, our need to end.In this consuming heat of us,time we master an control ,an then are enslaved too,in our endless dance an pursuit of our bodies need to posess the other's thirst of wanting ,only lusting for Love's promise an pleasure,Sharing the sweet Pain n Joy....Love's Passion

So I remember those icy cold spots,in our sheets,I remember Her.