Artistic Transitions - Glamour Photography
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Last Updated January 1st 2009
Artistic Transitions - Glamour Photography http://www.myspace.com/rockhawk Last Updated January 1st 2009 |
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Time tells me never… I stand by the cliff contemplating the meaning of the day. It was a nice day filled with the woman I love. She held me close and kissed me sweet, and now we are apart. It is not like we wish to be apart, but it does work for us. We have known of our circumstances since we met. She is independent, and I am a free willed maniac! HA HA HA Passion, Lust, and all that goes into great moments` of getting to know the opposite sex. What other life could I choose? To be rich? To be famous? --- No, just to be accepted for what I am, and why I think I am. She does this for me, and I for her. We met as young people and found ourselves quickly endorsing sexual abandon. Why not? Is that not what youth is for? To experiment in the ways of another. I think so. She was afraid of me at times, and I can not blame her. For I was obsessed with wanting to be with her. I could not comprehend that life does not always give you what you want. I wanted her then, and I still want her now. Today is much better~ for the years have taught me how to love’ and embrace romance. Qualities, woman are always looking for in a man. It seems so sad that most men do not know how to be tender and show affection` the way a lady wants affection. I myself did not understand the mind of the woman. Still, I would be lying if I said I was any wiser today! Even though I may not always see where she is coming from, if I take the time to listen. I will find the way to her heart. And this is the place I have always wanted to be. When she holds me in the night and the thunderstorms roll by, I feel her perspiration urging me to continue late into the night. So, I feel a sadness when it is time to leave, as I know another year must be spent apart, and I will not wake with her sleeping so quietly beside me… Many men would curse time` for not allowing us to stay young and together, but I embrace time as a passage rite. I have each year of my life to learn what will happen and hope she will be able to see me grow old, and I to see her do the same. It is in this fantasy of rebellion that I remember how she held my hand, how she tested my taste, and how she smiled after many hours of engagement. Let others curse the stupidity of life. It is too short for me to worry or feel let down. I hold my mind to magic and find it in every tear she has shared with me. Moreover, it is the tears of reunion that satisfy my life when she and I can find a place~ where we can play once again. Thomas A Sutor P O Box 2343 Lompoc CA 93498 Rockhawk.com |
All written word is "The Opinion" of Thomas A. unless otherwise noted...
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