Later, I reflect on how beautiful you had been in the moment, my lover;
how the passion had shone in your eyes,
how you had moved with the grace of clouds arcing across the morning sky,
how my heart had almost burst with adoration when your lips shaped my name.

But lost inside everything...

every thought given to our race for the ultimate pleasure, both giving and receiving,
all I knew was that you were mine, and that I was yours,
both owner and owned in that sweet, stolen, sinful act of lust and desire and yes, love;

we could not give our bodies this fully if we were not touching each other that completely, as well –
but yes, so lost, so suffused with your taste across my tongue,
your skin fully pressed to mine,

the keen of your voice in my ear as we moved closer and closer ...

Hope all you Imeemer's had a wonderful Thanksgiving.

Music came before people because the wind came before people.The wind plays with the leaves on the trees and makes music. One tree rubbing against another. Bark chafes bark, twigs flicking and tapping their neighbors, boughs and branches squawk and creak, a groan comes from the ground as roots take the strain of gusts that tug the trunks to bend and sway, swishing and booming like the ocean swell against a shore.

Listen.

Trees and wind make most wonderful windy woody music.Long before the human species came wandering down this path, birds chirped and tinkled, crickets and grasshoppers chipped,and sharp squalls of rain fizzed and hissed upon the stones and upon the water. The croaking of the frogs in my pond resonates back to times before the dinosaurs;millions, millions, millions, millions of frog generations have maintained that choir.The fruity voices of the finch and lapwing and the grunt of a raven; wild duck feeding at night, busy with courtship on moonlit water, cackling like mad goblins.

Listen.

The soft mournful sigh of wind sweeping reeds and rushes; the lush whispering of conifers in a breeze; the crackle of broom exploding its seed pods on a hot fiery summer day ; the innumerable voices of a stream. There is meaning in this music.Even rocks and grass sing lullabies just for us, if we are quiet enough to hear.

In you is a song. Sing to me...there is only one of you,and one of me...and everything we know is worth knowing.

I'm currently enjoying Paul Thorn's album, which is featured to the right.

Do ya'll consider this guy country?

You are the flame in my heart
You light my way in the dark
You are the ultimate star
You lift me up from above
Your unconditional love
takes me to paradise

I belong to you
And you
You belong to me too
You make my life complete
You make me feel so sweet

You make me feel so divine
Your soul and mind are entwined
Before you I was blind
But since I’ve opened my eyes
And with you there’s no disguise
So I could open up my mind

I always loved you from the start
But I could not figure out
That I had to do it everyday
So I put away the fight
Now I’m gonna live my life
Giving you the most in every way

I belong to you
And you
You belong to me too
You make my life complete
You make me feel so sweet

Eddie wanted desperately to have sex with this really cute, really hot
girl in his office... but she was dating someone else.

One day Eddie got so frustrated that he went to her and said, 'I'll give you $100 if you
let me have sex with you...'

The girl looked at him, and then said, 'NO!'

Eddie said, 'I'll be real fast. I'll throw the money on the floor, you
bend down and I'll finish by the time you've picked it up.'

She thought for a moment and said that she would consult with her boyfriend... So
she called him and explained the situation.

Her boyfriend says, 'Ask him for $200, and pick up the money really fast.
He won't even be able to get his pants down.'
She agreed and accepts the proposal.

Over half an hour goes by and the boyfriend is still waiting for his girlfriend's
call. Finally, after 45 minutes the boyfriend calls and asks what happened...

Still breathing hard, she managed to reply, 'The bastard had
all quarters!!!!!

and wade in the water!

So everybody seems upset that they are taking away the upload pictures and upload videos options, but if it leaves everything else intact including the email what's the problem really? Sites have to cut at some point or another. The worst thing about this site in my opinion is the 30-second swatches you get from the songs when you place them on a website outside of here. Outside of that, the uploading pics and videos I could live without and keep all my imeem friends intact.

Some days a long distance relationship is so hard to deal with, and the only relief is to hear his voice at the end of it. It's been a few long days, months ... time blurs so quickly. Listening to music soothes me, especially a nice jazz arrangement with saxophone accompaniment....and playing through my headset at this moment ... a wordless jazz version of ... "when I get this feeling, I want ... "

It's only the beginning now
...a pathway yet unknown
At times the sound of other steps
...sometimes we walk alone

The best beginnings of our lives
May sometimes end in sorrow
But even on our darkest days
The sun will shine tomorrow.

So we must do our very best
Whatever life may bring
And look beyond the winter chill
To smell the breath of spring.

Into each life will always come
A time to start anew
A new beginning for each heart
As fresh as morning dew.

Although the cares of life are great
And hands are bowed so low
The storms of life will leave behind
The wonder of a rainbow.

The years will never take away
Our chance to start anew
It's only the beginning now
So dreams can still come true.

As for me, July will be the beginning of a new day, a new dawn, and new life! and the end of a haunting past for my daughter and I.

Know a male who is feeling a little less than desirable and is having a birthday?
click me you know you wanna!


Tim Whyatt, cartoonist, lives on a remote island thousands of miles from Europe, called Australia. Every morning as he rides his kangaroo to work, hundreds of hilarious cartoon ideas appear in his head. Unfortunately, he forgets them before he reaches his office, so he ends up doing the kind of material you see here.












Have a great week everybody!

Love is patient,
as the timing should be right.
Love is acceptance,
of imperfection, his and hers.
Love is anticipation of their slow wet kiss,
on your lips, day and night.
Love is exploration,
with your under-the-cover lover.
Love is joy,
whatever the time spent together.
Love is ecstasy,
when in your lover's embrace,
Love is seasonal,
no matter what the weather, time, or place.
Love is desire;
"I want you now, baby"....
Love is sensuousness,
waking your lover up slowly, deliciously...
Love is humor,
making a solemn moment dissolve into giggles.

Love is you, baby ... plain and simple.