Memories of daylight fall warm upon my mind

-Amanda Ashley

Some men want a woman they can take care of, protect, and teach. Some want to feel cared for by her and have her teach them. Some want always to hold her hand, embrace her, and give her massages. Some want the gentle touch of her fingers running through their hair. Some want the sweet smell of her skin after a long hot shower. Some want the mixture of her sweet smell cloaked in that of their masculine one. Some want to overwhelm her, to bend her abruptly over and take her with violent passion. Some want to gently please her with their tongue, reveling in the beauty of her pleasure. Some want to kneel before her, to worship her very feet and to feel her hand pulling their head forcefully into her hungry center. Some want to see her on her knees, looking up with complete innocence as she offers her mouth, aroused by the feel of a firm, loving hand holding her head. Some want nothing more than to wake up holding her. Some want to bind her, to dress her up, and give her instructions and call her kinky names. Some want to softly kiss the back of her neck slowly gently fucking her to sleep, the soothing rhythm acting like a cradle. Some want to read to her at bedtime and tickle her nose to awake her in the morning. Some want to confide to her their every secret. Some want to see the very bottom of her soul. Some want to travel with her, show her things no one else could. Some want to make her laugh most all the time, and whisper, "I love you" a hundred times a day. Some want to place a single flower on her car and watch from a distance as the essence of its sweetness creates an uncontrollable smile on her lips. Some want to see her in sexy, provocative clothes; dancing just for them as she gazes at him across a crowded dance floor; her eyes fixed only upon his soul. Some want to see her comfortable in jeans, and take her hiking in the mountains. Some want to see her splashing carelessly in the ocean. Some want to see her professional side; a Babe In Total Control of Herself aka BITCH. Some want to see her dancing in the isles to a familiar song. Some want to see her send cold food back, and not be afraid to try something new. Some want to be the only shoulder that will comfort her. Some want her to look up to them. Some want to look up to her. Some want her to be their little girl. Some want her to be their strong, independent equal.

And you….

What is it that you want?

As for me I want the man that wants all of that…. And more.

--Angela--

Lisa's Sun Poem

I have looked upon the face of the sun…

Beneath her cinnamon autumn-sunset crown,

Her shimmering azure eyes pierce the darkness.

Her radiant smile melts my heart,

Her fiery spirit ignites my soul.

I bask in the joy of her light,

Longing for the warmth of her touch.

-JD

Sweet Dreams

Off to dream sweet dreams of you...

I miss you laying next to me,

the way that lovers do...

With your head upon my chest,

my fingers combing through your hair.

I know our love will pass this test,

and soon I will be there...

To hold your hand and kiss your lips

and whisper "I Love You",

cause you're the one who holds my heart

and makes my dreams come true!

J.D.

1/23/97

My heart bleeds!

She doesn't care.

I look at her

And the room is bare.

Devoid of love

and petty talk

My heart bleeds.

I once could reach her

Standing naked on the stairs

A soliloquy devoured

Prepended tears

My heart bleeds

(to cb, you know who you are)

Talk to me,

But not too loud,

I answer not.

My heart is heavy this solemn night;

For tis true that love indeed,

Has sometimes found me.

I find no comfort,

To which confounds me,

The girl I lost a life ago.

These empty rooms,

My endless days.

Where did she go?

She's lost to me.

All that's left is an empty face

From another time, another place.

-Both of the above contributed by sandy rankin.- More of this work can be seen at the following address

http://clubs.yahoo.com/clubs/sandyrankinfanclub