The Babbling Bourgeois

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"Bougie-Senegalese Braids"




31.0000° N, 35.0000° E Part 1

Why did I want to kiss him?  I mean right here, right now - smack dab on the lips in front of all these people.  He was talking, but what he was saying, I couldn't even begin to tell you. I could no longer hear the laughter of children or the sounds of bowling pins being knocked down on their respective lanes. No, my eyes were fixated on his mouth, his finely trimmed mustache and accompanying beard.  I imagined myself, crouching like a lioness, waiting for my moment to strike, eyes fixated on my prey, a hunger pang I hadn't felt in a long time made itself known.  I licked my lips, preparing them for the landing of a lifetime.  I wanted nothing more than to discover his taste.  Read more.



Beauty In A Stranger

What is so beautiful about a stranger? Is it the fact that you really know nothing, with the hopes of knowing everything?  Is he patient?  Is he kind?  Can he love?  Is it the long awaited good morning text messages or the phone calls?  Why is he here?  Maybe the sun told the moon to tell the stars to align so perfectly that the chance of your meeting was destined from the start.  Maybe its the fact that astrology is never right and the water bearer, Aquarius and the crabby Cancer can and will live happily ever after.  Is it the wedding day of your dreams, or the wedding night of your universe that you have hopes to share one day.  Read more.

Go Confidently in the direction of your dreams, live the life you have imagined - Henry David Thoreau

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