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Wednesday, September 2, 2015

Le procès du French Kiss How to French Kiss



C’est fou ce que les mecs sont pro-french kiss. Tu rencontres quelqu’un, l’alchimie règne entre vous, au moment de la rencontre, l’autre que tu as beaucoup chauffé avec des " j’ai hâte de te rencontrer, j’aimerais tant être dans tes bras…etc", il est là, prêt à t’embrasser. Eh bien, au premier baiser…paf !! Il te fourre sa langue dans la bouche. Malheur !
J’ai toujours trouvé que, me mettre une langue dans la bouche d’emblée, dès la première fois, c’était égal à une violation de mon intimité. Mais je me laissais faire, en ayant le souci de ne pas tout foutre en l’air, à jouer à la fillette bleuette. Je me suis dite les mecs qu’il faut vous le dire: nous ne sommes pas fans des french kiss à la première rencontre. Si pour vous c’est dans un souci de nous démontrer votre expérience inégalable, pour notre part nous nous attendons a plus de romantisme la première fois.
Alors, voilà, comme toute progression qui se respecte, la première étape dans le baiser serait l'effleurement. Oui, tout simplement, les filles sont simples. 

Un simple bisou qui pourrait se faire en série de petits bisous. 

Puis la seconde serait l’entourage de la commissure des lèvres ou tu gouttes avec modération le goût de l’autre (comme un fruit que tu pourrais dire trop fade, trop amer, très sucre (hmmm !), trop acide il me faut un peu de sel…etc). Car on a bien le droit de ne pas passer aux prochaines étapes après cela. 

Graduellement, tâtez le pouls (non pas votre pantalon), pour savoir si on progresse tout de suite ou on reste au niveau 2 pour le moment. 

Ensuite les choses sérieuses peuvent être enclenchées. Alors, vous êtes avec nous ? 

Vous connaissez le french manicure ? C’est un procédé simple, minutieux, sa réussite dépendant du respect des étapes.
J’ai personnellement embrassé beaucoup de jolies lèvres. Mais toujours été choquée par la brutalité des baisers intrusifs. Ces mecs qui étalent leur attirail de séduction (comme il embrasse diablement bien !!). Non ! C’est juste pour les nanas un peu allumées et pas encore mures. De celles qui vous harcèleront à la rupture, de celles qui rendront la relation pénible jusqu’à l’asphyxie. 

Non, une vraie dame aime les vrais baisers ou toute leur personne, leur personnalité, leur fragilité, sont prises en compte. Oui même pour un simple baiser. Et ça c’est en y allant progressivement. Nous sommes SIMPLES. Maintenant si nous sommes passionnées faudra suivre le rythme. En plus, c’est le signe que nous pourrons vous faire confiance à nous respecter. Si vous respectez cela, nous ne nous lasserons pas de vous.
 Voilà messieurs, respectez les étapes et soyez attentifs, vous n’en serez que comblés.

Par Métisse d' Ibiza

Friday, December 26, 2014

« සෙ තූ, සෙ ෆිනී » හෙවත් ප්‍රංශ සංදේශය



ඇරඹුමෙහි නො දන්නා කම වීද? 
දුර පිපෙන මල් සුවඳ මල් ළඟම නවතීද? 

« සන්ත වික්තුවා » පව්වට නැඟෙන 
අකීකිරු වලාවට අත තියන 
ඒ විසල් කුරුසියට මඟ හැරුණ 
කඳුළු බිදුවක් තිබේ 
කටු ඔටුණු හිස දරන 

 මධ්‍යධරණිය උකුළෙ 
හිස තියාගෙන නිදන කළපුවේ
 « ආක් ගඟ » ආත්මය නිදහසේ 
ඉකිගාගා වැළපුණේ 
ඩිම්පලීයව සොඳුරු සුලි රැඳුණු අනතීත දෙකොපුලේ‍ 
කන්දරාවක් සිහින හිතකින්ද රළ නඟනු වැළකුවේ 

ඇරඹුම ම නො දන්නා කම කියූ කවි පොතේ 
පිටු ලිහා නැවත අමුණමි සෙමින්
නොදන්නා වෑකරණ ඉහ ඉහා

ප්‍රංශ සංදේශයක් එවන්නෙමි 
සිංහලෙන් ප්‍රංශ වැකි ලියන්නෙමි. 
හරිද වැරදිද කියා නොදන්නෙමි 
වැරදි බව දැනෙන විට මකන්නෙමි. 

ළඟපාත කරකැවෙන සුළඟටත් 
සෙ තූ ඔව් එපමණයි, කියන්නෙමි. 
සෙ ෆිනී කියා සොඳුරු සිහිනයට 
ඇහැරෙන්න කලියෙන්ම හැරෙන්නෙමි.




By  Manjula Wediwardena
       Annecy, France

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Pearls of Wisdom



The Beginning is really hard you'll never know where and what to start. Life has no remote controller to function as what we wanted to do. No rewinds, nor replays and no fast forwards.

Like the wind, we can move freely to the surface, like the sea we are free to dance at the middle of the oceanic place. We can be molecules to produce more substance and can create more atom provides more substance we needed.

So many things you can look forward to start again many reasons for you to rise again. Don't let yourself die in unreasonable and unrealistic life.

Close the door of your doubt, your fear of all negative thoughts. 

Open a new door of forgiving, trust and love. 

Live life with God and your life will be full of light  everyday you live  joyfully and lovely as the brighter sun,as charming as the flowers in the garden. 

Life is short so live life to the fullest. Soon you'll see what you deserve best.


By Elma Millare
Philippines


Tuesday, September 9, 2014

Ponytail

Lydia Corbett feature


Her ponytail bounced and shimmered in the late afternoon summer sun, a soft, honey brown flag of independence. He paused to watch. Honing in on her target with crafted accuracy, she sprinted away from him. She ran with grace and ease; purpose and determination. An involuntary smile pulled at the corners of his lips. Suddenly, as if a bird returning to its nest, a softball descended from the powder blue sky and landed securely within the cracked leather folds of her well worn glove. In one natural, fluid motion she retrieved the bright yellow ball and tossed it effortlessly to the infield.
His smile grew.
“That’s no ordinary girl.”
The insight was obvious. But something told him the words now playing over in his mind spoke of more than just a talented ball player. “Nice catch,” he called, as she returned to her position in left field. “And very nice throw!”
She looked up, matching his smile. “Thanks.”
It had been years since he’d felt his body melt this way; his brain slowly turning to hot mush. He’d almost forgotten the sweet, tell tale sensations. “No, this is no ordinary girl,” he said softly. He moved towards her. “Hi, I haven’t seen you here before, have I?”
Her hand slipped into his, warm and comfortable. “No, this is my first time, I just moved here.”
A glint of sunlight twinkled in her sparkling hazel eyes. It brought to him bitter sweet memories of another time; another place.

“What’s the matter with you, girls can’t play baseball!”
“Ah… he’s gone all goofy for her!”
“Yeah… all mushy inside!”
The taunts from the other sixth graders continued. He didn’t hear them. She had kept her promise to come watch him play. Only she had showed up wearing shorts and a T shirt, and carrying an old worn glove. Her ponytail poked out from under the Phillies cap he’d given her at Christmas. It bounced and shimmered in the late afternoon summer sun, a soft, honey brown flag of independence. Darting out onto the field, she’d stolen a deep pop fly from the surprised left fielder. As he watched from the pitcher’s mound, an involuntary smile pulled at the corners of his lips.
“C’mon, get her off the field!” one of his friends called out.
“Yeah, we got a game to play!”
In one natural, fluid motion she retrieved the leather clad baseball from her glove and tossed it effortlessly to the infield.
“Nice catch,” he called. “And very nice throw.”
She looked up, matching his smile, a twinkle in her sparkling hazel eyes. “Thanks.”
It took some fast and fancy talking to convince his friends, but they had spent the summer together playing baseball on the same team. And then she was gone.

“Hey, are we gonna play some softball or not?”
The comment shook him from his thoughts. “Yeah… ok… let’s chose up sides.”
They spent the summer together playing softball on the same team. It was now late August and the season would soon be over. And then she would be gone. From the pitcher’s mound he watched with unspoken love and affection as she gracefully trotted out to left field. An involuntary smile pulled at the corners of his lips.
“That’s no ordinary girl,” he said softly.
Her ponytail bounced and shimmered in the late afternoon summer sun, a soft, honey brown flag of independence.

For Kristin


By BJ Neblett

Washington

Sunday, September 7, 2014

See me without your eyes



Beauty is in everything that I behold all around
I am just lost! Tell me when you have me found
You say someone is ugly, I will aver that's lovely
Your senses are earthly, missing what's heavenly
We are more than a body, mind, heart and soul
Ignore what meets your eye! See me as a whole
If you take me for how I look, you are not for me
When I need you most as I age, your love will flee
See me without your eyes, if you like what you see
I will believe in you, each other's we're meant to be


By Dr. Asghar Nazeer MBBS, MPH, MHS
Saudi Arabia

Said Spring To Winter

                         


Said Spring to Winter                 Said Winter to Spring


In silence we meet                      Don’t ask me my name


Specter of my dreams                I am just a man


The future in your eyes              Do not seek tomorrow


Uncertain but true                      And it will be yours


How am I to know                      Ask me no questions


What truths will I find                 I’ll tell you no lies


Your gift to me                              Take all I offer


Afraid to open                                As long as it lasts


The longings inside                       Don’t question your heart


Untouched and frozen                  And love will be ours



By BJ Neblett 
SeattleWashington

A breeze that I am, does it belong somewhere?


A breeze that I am, does it belong somewhere?
You may find me here, there, or just anywhere
Listen to the whispers of rustling leaves in air
You will hear my voice saying I'm passing there
Then look at any grieving lady's scattering hair
I made them fly but not for teasing her I swear
I find one who's walking the tightrope of despair
Who feels lonely and is craving for love and care
You feel I am there but can't see me if you stare
But you know it's me when I wipe away your tear
I know that what you are going through isn't fair
You'll find all's well waking up after this nightmare
Hold your soulmate if you have one as it's so rare
Stay together for journey of life, that's my prayer!


By Dr. Asghar Nazeer MBBS, MPH, MHS
Saudi Arabia


Tuesday, May 13, 2014

The cage of Ice

As I layed sleeping with a frozen heart, which was locked in ice by cold hearted queens of winter, I dreamt of blizzards. A neverending storm of cold rain, hardening my face, making me incapable of experiencing happiness. Each breath became colder, each breath made me hope it is my last.
My heart was sleeping.

The same morning I walked through a hall. A nice silent warmth spread through my lungs and my heart gave a beat. My face melted and a grin was on it.

I daydreamt of a huge inferno, a neverending storm of hot rain, softening my face, making me capable of experiencing happiness once again. Each breath became warmer, each breath made me more willing to live.

My heart woke up.

As my vision returned to this world I looked at the empress of summer drifting away from me. The long awaited true smile on my face was enough proof for her to know that I wanted her.

She leaned forward, as did I, and my heart went ablaze.
Most people kiss eyes closed, the empress and I however looked into each others souls, while feeling each others hearts.

Once again my vision returned to this world. My lips took their distance from hers, though I was still looking in her eyes.

What followed was a warm embrace and a name.
Nothing felt as perfect as this. I was reborn as a phoenix thanks to the empress of summer, who I will soon call my wife...

By Roger Sailor 
Netherlands