Today , I celebrate the lives of my Native Americans brothers and sisters! Today like everyday I practice gratitude to be on the planet earth to protect and if my blood is shed for the goodness of my mother nature , mother of all then just be it! I’m here for one reason , to protect and to practice The Ways! And indeed rejoice ..
Only I finally decided that change is near ! Only I decided to fasten my belt and look forward to the change ahead! Only I decided to take the roads unknown and handle the sudden change of its twists and turns! This has been me ! This became more me until I decided to settle ! But adventure is my well-being!
She entered, and passionately, with half-closed eyes, she joined her lips with mine, and our tongues knew each other. . . Never in my life had there been a kiss like that.
She stood against me, amorous and willing. Little by little my knee rose between her warm thighs, which spread as though receptive to a lover.
My wandering hand upon her gown sought her secret body, which alternately swayed in undulation, or arching, stiffened with tremblings of the skin.
With maddened eyes she looked upon the bed; but we had no right to love before the wedding, and we separated hastily at last.
Alas! if I think of her my throat is parched, my head is drooped, my breasts grow hard and make me ill at case, I tremble and I weep the while I walk.
If I see her my heart stops, my hands shake, my feet grow cold and fire mounts in my checks, while my temples pulse sadly on and on.
If I touch her I grow mad, my arms stiffen and my knees grow weak. I fall before her and curl up like a woman wont to die.
I am hurt by everything she says to me. Her love is like a torture, and the passers-by can hear my constant plaint. . . Alas! how can I call her Well-Beloved?
Softly clasp your arms, like a girdle, about me. Touch, oh, touch my skin like that again! Neither water nor the noon-time breeze is gentle as your hand.
Today you shall fondle me, little sister; ’tis your turn. Remember the caresses that I taught you last night, and kneel beside me who am tired, and do not say a word.
Your lips sink from my lips. And all your unbound ringlets follow them, as the caress follows fast upon the kiss. They fall upon my left breast; they hide your eyes from me.
Give me your hand, it is so warm! Press mine and do not leave it. Hands join with hands more easily than mouth with mouth, and nothing can compare with their passion.
Songs of Bilitis ..