Fantasy #2

sheer pink

panties

tugged from

bony hips

puddle on

painted toes

 

meet

dark blue

boxers

ankle-deep

heaped on

naked toes

 

she with

naked breasts

legs astride

meets

he with

brawny build

throbbing hard

 

flesh meets flesh

moans meet groans

warm streams

wet dreams

in silence

they rest

My Big Day

This is a big day for me ladies and gents!

Anwar at Her Favorite Juice is the first fellow blogger to invite me to be a guest blogger.  I was really flattered to be invited and wanted to write something his readers could relate to. There was nothing daunting about it.  It was a lot of fun.  I’m still a rookie at dating but I know men and that’s one thing I can think about and write about for hours. I hope you stop by to read it.  Enjoy!

Guest Blog – Spontaneous Com-Nection

WoooooHoooooo!!!

To all 100 bloggers who are are following me now…

Applause and cheers to you all for making me feel welcome here. Thanks for all the inspiration, insight and humor you share.

It pays to be fearless.  Love to you all…Karm

Fantasy

Today I’m dedicating this rant to the dark side of everything and all the guilty pleasures we sinfully attach ourselves to.

By sinful I don’t necessarily mean sin in a literal sense.  It’s more of a metaphor that reaches deep inside of us and brings out the other being in residence in our mind, body,  heart and even our soul.

Being sinful is not a competition between good and evil or right and wrong,  It has a life and energy of its own. Its creative spirit is ignored and concealed in the hopes that these dark desires remain undiscovered.

Those hiding places in us that are reserved for our darkest secrets must also be given a voice.  Be fearless and allow your dark side to come out and play.  Your secrets are safe with me.

Fantasy #1

It might be a single deep kiss, a romantic warm embrace,

A timid stolen glance or an indulgent smile on his face

That speaks his thoughts behind insightful eyes that blaze

With truth and sensitivity, but until she is face to face

His passion and desire remains a mystery until that day

When she reveals her craving, longing to be there and to stay.

She imagines a dimly lit place where the only other face

Is his and the slow dance they share awakens the chance

To bring their sensual delight to life in the ensuing trance,

And as passions rise to claim the raging waves of pulsing flames

The momentum of raw desire brings about the burning fire

Of a euphoric interlude when his deeply buried essence is revealed.

It pays to be fearless.   Love to all…Karm

Obsession

The lurking compulsion provokes intensity beyond human reason

When the dominant forces within are awakened I become invisible

Even a whisper in the darkness can bring unwanted attention

The tiniest glow of light from the outer world reveals the cluttered truth

A shallow mind seeks refuge from the storms of disruptive deceptions

While longing eats away at the shadows of all things real and important

Obsessions…do we all have one or maybe a few?

Or are they only for the deranged and deviant?

Is your obsession an image, a feeling, a desire, an object?

Are obsessions the ultimate desire for the forbidden?

Is obsession a burning need to conquer and control?

Any thoughts?

It pays to be fearless.  Love to all…Karm

Back Stabbers

I met Mr. BooHoo on a dating site several months ago and we became friends. We never met in person but had many phone conversations, and emailed each other daily.   We shared a lot of very personal things about ourselves and got to know each other well, despite the fact we were not romantically involved.

When I was dealing with a breakup I confided in him about the relationship.  Mr. BooHoo never liked my ex and was always very supportive and empathetic.  He called me every morning to see if I was doing alright.  They weren’t friends and never talked so I trusted him not to repeat anything I said.

Two months ago Mr. BooHoo and I had a disagreement over what I thought was a minor misunderstanding.  He was very upset and left the dating site… we didn’t talk or email again.

A week ago he came back to the dating site and began sending me rude, nasty emails.  Apparently, the disagreement made him so angry that he wanted to get revenge.  He contacted my ex to talk about me.

I couldn’t imagine him going to my ex and telling him things we talked about, but that’s exactly what he did.   My ex never liked him either but apparently had no problem sharing his own dirty secrets about me.  I guess that’s what you call male bonding.

I was stunned and then furious when he told me what he had done.  Now I was in his line of fire and he was unloading his barrel on me.   This time it was a double barrel of his bull shit and my ex’s pathetic bull shit stories about me.  Mr. BooHoo broke boundaries that can never be repaired.

He told me a lot of hurtful things my ex said about me, not as a friend, but to torture me as much as he could.  He did it to hurt and humiliate me.  Then he demanded to know if it was all true.  It’s a disgrace when friends betray you and repeat what you talked about in confidence.  It was an attack on my pride and my self-esteem.  The two of them deserve each other.

Mr. BooHoo is known for backstabbing women in the forums. I know I’m not the first one and I won’t be the last. I was warned about him by a lot of women who’ve had similar experiences with him.  Women told me not to trust him, but until I saw it for myself I gave him the benefit of the doubt.  I’ll be sure to let those ladies know they were right about him.

I told Mr. BooHoo to have his fun while he can because Karma is a bitch.  The first thing I did was block him as a friend on the dating site to stop the emails.  Then I blocked him on my Facebook page.   I blocked his phone number so he can’t call or text me.  Keeping him at a distance will speak volumes about how I feel.

I’ve got more important things to focus on than his drama.  If he’s still really angry and depressed about this he can always call my ex and cry on his shoulder again.   I’ll give him the phone number if he wants it.  Pass the tissues because he’s going to need them.

How would you feel if this happened to you?  How would you deal with it?  What would you do?

Hoo-Rah!

We Need to Talk

Are you there God? It’s me, Karm. We need to talk.

I entered the world of dating two years ago and it’s been a crazy ride.  After being married for 17 years I was stunned by how complicated dating is.  No matter what I do I can’t seem to simplify it.  I suppose there are simple ingredients needed to find the right mix but maybe not. HELP!! I think I need a dating coach.

It’s not that I don’t meet eligible men because I lost count of how many I’ve met. I just don’t meet men that have what it takes to stand the test of time.  I was more than glad to let some of them go, but seriously depressed about walking away from one or two of them.

Notice I”m not complaining about a lack of sex. Finding a naked man is never a problem. If all I want is a naked man beside me, that’s  easy. There are a lot more men who want to get me naked than treat me to a lunch.  If they figured out that they have to feed me too it would be like hitting the lottery.

That’s about as simple as it gets for me.  What do I know?  My friend calls me a rookie and she’s right.  I’m still learning everything the hard way…trial and error.  At this point the errors are starting to pile up and I’m aggravated.

Do you think you could send me a man who can afford to treat me to dinner and is also a Viagra junkie?  I really liked the hot Italian lover from the Bronx that I dated last year (hint, hint).  That would make me so happy.

Love and Peace and Forever Yours,

Karm
(Your Quintessential Goddess)

“Simple pleasures are the last healthy refuge in a complex world.“ — Oscar Wilde

Absolute Beginners lyrics

I’ve nothing much to offer
There’s nothing much to take
I’m an absolute beginner
And I’m absolutely sane

As long as we’re together
The rest can go to hell
I absolutely love you
But we’re absolute beginners
With eyes completely open
But nervous all the same

Chorus:
If our love song
Could fly over mountains
Could laugh at the ocean
Just like the films
There’s no reason
To feel all the hard times
To lay down the hard lines
It’s absolutely true

Nothing much could happen
Nothing we can’t shake
Oh, we’re absolute beginners
With nothing much at stake

As long as you’re still smiling
There’s nothing more I need
I absolutely love you
But we’re absolute beginners
But if my love is your love
We’re certain to succeed

Chorus:
If our love song
Could fly over mountains
Could sail over heartaches
Just like the films
There’s no reason
To feel all the hard times
To lay down the hard lines
It’s absolutely true

Compassion

“Compassion is that which makes the heart of the good move at the pain of others. It crushes and destroys the pain of others; thus, it is called compassion. It is called compassion because it shelters and embraces the distressed.” – The Buddha

Compassion is defined as “deep awareness of the suffering of another coupled with the wish to relieve it.”

There are so many people in the world with broken hearts, broken dreams and broken wings.

Perhaps we know someone who has lost a child, has been the victim of a violent crime, has lost their home and possessions in a fire or natural disaster  or has a loved one fighting cancer.

We empathize with their suffering.  We understand their suffering.  We imagine the pain they’re going through.

I doubt there’s anyone who hasn’t felt sadness, loneliness and despair for themselves and others. There’s a good chance we will all suffer through trauma, loss or hopelessness in our lifetime.

Compassion takes it a step further where we want to relieve their suffering.  We open our hearts to the person and want to do something to ease their pain.  Compassion is the willingness to help others in need.  Compassion is action.

It’s easy for me to be compassionate toward people who treat me well.  It’s a lot more difficult to be compassionate with someone who has hurt me.  It’s truly a sign of growth when I reach that turning point and can be willing to help them.

So many have helped me find hope at times.  I can honestly say that not everyone who has helped me has been my friend, or has even known or liked me.

There are good people in the world who can set aside their differences and resentments to help someone in need.  I admire them and learn from them.

Compassion can expand a person’s experience in the world in a positive way…rescuing an animal, feeding the hungry, listening to the despair of another human being, a smile for the lonely,  assisting the elderly.  The possibilities are endless.