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Imaginary Love

 

 Love is the most wonderful and the strongest thing in the world

                               . . .  that no one can see

Sometimes when we find love we pretend it away, or we tell ourselves 

                                . . . we were imagining it

 That is why, imaginary love is the most painful kind of hope there is

     Love is like a shadow, you can't catch it or cage it, if you could

                               . . . it would stop being love 

Like the shadow of a candle’s flickering flame, love does it’s own dance 

                                 . . . deep within our heart 

          When you're feeling lonely, possibly the dancing stopped 

                                . . . because the music ended

   

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Imaginary Love
 
 Love is the most wonderful and the strongest thing in the world
                               . . .  that no one can see

Sometimes when we find love we pretend it away, or we tell ourselves 
                                . . . we were imagining it

 That is why, imaginary love is the most painful kind of hope there is

     Love is like a shadow, you can't catch it or cage it, if you could
                               . . . it would stop being love 

Like the shadow of a candle’s flickering flame, love does it’s own dance 
                                 . . . deep within our heart 

          When you're feeling lonely, possibly the dancing stopped 
                                . . . because the music ended
   
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You've just won a recording-setting lottery...what do you do next? 150 coins for the most inventive non-rhyming response.
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I'm so excited to win this much money!

I'll be totally - totally honest and list the first items that came to mind when I read this challenge. I believe in being totally transparent and humble when using these writing prompts.

•  Ski Chalet in Aspen, a Condo in Snowmass at Aspen, and a vacation home in Vail Village.

• Gulfstream G150 corporate jet. 

• 2017 Bugatti Veyron 16.4. (267 mph top speed) $2,400,000.

• Shopping spree at Saks of Fifth Avenue and Tiffanys and Co. 

• Black Diamond Dress by Debbie Wingham $5,700,000

• Victoria’s Secret Million Dollar Fantasy Bra. which boasts nearly 3,400 precious gems including 142 carats of diamonds.  $2,500,000 ea.

• (For my boy friend Derek) Two Alexander Amosu’s Bespoke Suits made of the two most rare wools in the world $1,300,000 ea.

• Misc Generous Charity (Tax Deductible) Contributions:

Donate $1,000 each to Forbes Magazine's  "Ten Best Charities for the Wealthy"

(Wink-wink) {:-)

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You've just won a recording-setting lottery...what do you do next? 150 coins for the most inventive non-rhyming response.
Written by Amberlight
I'm so excited to win this much money!
I'll be totally - totally honest and list the first items that came to mind when I read this challenge. I believe in being totally transparent and humble when using these writing prompts.

•  Ski Chalet in Aspen, a Condo in Snowmass at Aspen, and a vacation home in Vail Village.
• Gulfstream G150 corporate jet. 

• 2017 Bugatti Veyron 16.4. (267 mph top speed) $2,400,000.

• Shopping spree at Saks of Fifth Avenue and Tiffanys and Co. 

• Black Diamond Dress by Debbie Wingham $5,700,000

• Victoria’s Secret Million Dollar Fantasy Bra. which boasts nearly 3,400 precious gems including 142 carats of diamonds.  $2,500,000 ea.

• (For my boy friend Derek) Two Alexander Amosu’s Bespoke Suits made of the two most rare wools in the world $1,300,000 ea.

• Misc Generous Charity (Tax Deductible) Contributions:
Donate $1,000 each to Forbes Magazine's  "Ten Best Charities for the Wealthy"

(Wink-wink) {:-)
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Written by Amberlight in portal Romance & Erotica

Making Naughty Love

I was sitting alone, nursing a cup of coffee. I had been hiking and I was sweaty.

I came to this coffee shop often to relax, people watch, and make up stories using those people around me as characters. I almost felt obligated to tell them they were being written into a story, but I never did.

I was scanning the area for a young female character when I saw her profile, two tables away. Pitch black hair falling softly to her brave shoulders, yet relaxed. I pondered the delicate profile of her nose; her smooth, olive toned skin, not marred by a hint of makeup. Her long lashes fluttered as she joked with her friends, a mix of girls and guys; most likely all college students. I couldn’t hear what she was saying but I felt her words were soft and full of passion. They were special words that I hoped one day, would float over the air in my direction so I could lick them, sip them like fine wine, and savor their meaning.

Her gentle laugh caused her full breasts to jiggle.  I sensed she was a happy girl as wisps of hair flew flew about with the bouncing of her shoulders.  

 Something inside of me stirred. In one quick movement, she pulled your hair behind her  ear. I felt something stir inside me. in one quick movement and I longed to see just a hint of her cleavage or the softness of her inner thighs.

As her long tender ender fingers lightly gripped her coffee cup, I must have been lingering in her direction with more than a casual interest because she caught me looking at me. She smiled. 

I whispered. “What's your name?”

Her red fingernails coyly came up her lips. She winked. She turned away from her friends and spoke silently her name. It was a handsome name that in any language would sound beautiful as it rolled off your tongue. For a few minutes, using romantic shorthand, we carried on a silent conversation using only our lips, and eyes.

It was natural that within a few more minutes, she stood, said goodbye to her friends using a quick wave and a wicked smile and walked over to my table. Her friends gave her playful raised eyebrows when they saw us leaving together, hand in hand. I showed her to my car and once inside, since we had met without speaking a word, I kissed her and she kissed me back. We ended up back at my place. 

Sharing the excitement of our first time meeting, we cuddled, sipped wine and enjoyed the moment until she asked me to grab some candles and follow her. I knew exactly what she had in mind when she walked in the direction of my Jacuzzi bathtub. I rounded up a dozen scented candles, grabbed a lighter and followed her trail of discarded clothes. She  started the water running and wrapped herself in a large bath towel. I followed her lead and disrobed, but I chose not to use a towel while she found some scented bath oil.  I stepped into the tub as it slowly filled. One by one, I watched her light each candle, hand it to me while her eyes roamed over my naked body. With all the candles ringing the tub, I dimmed the lights.

She held onto her towel as stepped into the tub, still shy about exposing her body. She let it fall and tossed it aside. Her natural breasts rose as she settled down into the warm water. The light flickered off her face. We smiled but didn't speak as the water came up to our shoulders. I took her hands and leaned forward to kiss her. 

She lingered in my embrace for a long time until I nibbled her ear and whispered, “Scoot around and push you back against my chest.”

She smiled and nodded. I steadied her as she stood, and turned around facing away from me. Still standing, she inched back. I watched as her smooth bottom overwhelmed my senses. I could smell her scent. I grabbed her hips and lowered her into the water. I held her tight between my legs. I worked my tongue in a circular motion as I kissed her neck, and licked at her ear lobes, while my hands cradled her breasts. Each one filled my hands as I massaged them, squeezed them and rolled the protruding nipples between my thumb and index fingers. I felt her lungs struggling for air as she moaned. She relaxed and put her hands over my hands and made them push and pull her breasts side to side. I let go her breasts, reached down and cupped her butt cheeks and worked them side to side. Each time I pressed them together and held them in place, she moaned and pressed her legs together.  I nuzzled her neck and thrust my pelvis in time to my rocking motion.

 She slipped out of my embrace, reached behind me and opened the drain. As the water level dropped below my waist and the drain gurgled, she stared between my legs. All the while her naked body filled my eyes and I began to breathe rapidly. She scooted towards me and sat up on her knees in front of me while parting my legs.

She cooed, “It’s your turn now, close your eyes.” 

She kissed my face and tickled my tongue with her probing tongue as her knees inched along my thighs. I wasn’t sure how much of this stimulation I could stand and then she backed off as if to let me recover and then she was on top of me again. And then it happened, it was so fast, this beautiful young woman won me over with a simple movement of her slender fingers. She reached out with both hands, touched me and lightly squeezed and rubbed and then kissed my firm breasts as she suckled my erect nipples. When she slipped her fingers into the honey pot between my legs, I soon reached the point of no return. It was pure bliss.

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Written by Amberlight in portal Romance & Erotica
Making Naughty Love

I was sitting alone, nursing a cup of coffee. I had been hiking and I was sweaty.
I came to this coffee shop often to relax, people watch, and make up stories using those people around me as characters. I almost felt obligated to tell them they were being written into a story, but I never did.

I was scanning the area for a young female character when I saw her profile, two tables away. Pitch black hair falling softly to her brave shoulders, yet relaxed. I pondered the delicate profile of her nose; her smooth, olive toned skin, not marred by a hint of makeup. Her long lashes fluttered as she joked with her friends, a mix of girls and guys; most likely all college students. I couldn’t hear what she was saying but I felt her words were soft and full of passion. They were special words that I hoped one day, would float over the air in my direction so I could lick them, sip them like fine wine, and savor their meaning.

Her gentle laugh caused her full breasts to jiggle.  I sensed she was a happy girl as wisps of hair flew flew about with the bouncing of her shoulders.  
 Something inside of me stirred. In one quick movement, she pulled your hair behind her  ear. I felt something stir inside me. in one quick movement and I longed to see just a hint of her cleavage or the softness of her inner thighs.

As her long tender ender fingers lightly gripped her coffee cup, I must have been lingering in her direction with more than a casual interest because she caught me looking at me. She smiled. 

I whispered. “What's your name?”

Her red fingernails coyly came up her lips. She winked. She turned away from her friends and spoke silently her name. It was a handsome name that in any language would sound beautiful as it rolled off your tongue. For a few minutes, using romantic shorthand, we carried on a silent conversation using only our lips, and eyes.

It was natural that within a few more minutes, she stood, said goodbye to her friends using a quick wave and a wicked smile and walked over to my table. Her friends gave her playful raised eyebrows when they saw us leaving together, hand in hand. I showed her to my car and once inside, since we had met without speaking a word, I kissed her and she kissed me back. We ended up back at my place. 

Sharing the excitement of our first time meeting, we cuddled, sipped wine and enjoyed the moment until she asked me to grab some candles and follow her. I knew exactly what she had in mind when she walked in the direction of my Jacuzzi bathtub. I rounded up a dozen scented candles, grabbed a lighter and followed her trail of discarded clothes. She  started the water running and wrapped herself in a large bath towel. I followed her lead and disrobed, but I chose not to use a towel while she found some scented bath oil.  I stepped into the tub as it slowly filled. One by one, I watched her light each candle, hand it to me while her eyes roamed over my naked body. With all the candles ringing the tub, I dimmed the lights.

She held onto her towel as stepped into the tub, still shy about exposing her body. She let it fall and tossed it aside. Her natural breasts rose as she settled down into the warm water. The light flickered off her face. We smiled but didn't speak as the water came up to our shoulders. I took her hands and leaned forward to kiss her. 

She lingered in my embrace for a long time until I nibbled her ear and whispered, “Scoot around and push you back against my chest.”

She smiled and nodded. I steadied her as she stood, and turned around facing away from me. Still standing, she inched back. I watched as her smooth bottom overwhelmed my senses. I could smell her scent. I grabbed her hips and lowered her into the water. I held her tight between my legs. I worked my tongue in a circular motion as I kissed her neck, and licked at her ear lobes, while my hands cradled her breasts. Each one filled my hands as I massaged them, squeezed them and rolled the protruding nipples between my thumb and index fingers. I felt her lungs struggling for air as she moaned. She relaxed and put her hands over my hands and made them push and pull her breasts side to side. I let go her breasts, reached down and cupped her butt cheeks and worked them side to side. Each time I pressed them together and held them in place, she moaned and pressed her legs together.  I nuzzled her neck and thrust my pelvis in time to my rocking motion.

 She slipped out of my embrace, reached behind me and opened the drain. As the water level dropped below my waist and the drain gurgled, she stared between my legs. All the while her naked body filled my eyes and I began to breathe rapidly. She scooted towards me and sat up on her knees in front of me while parting my legs.

She cooed, “It’s your turn now, close your eyes.” 

She kissed my face and tickled my tongue with her probing tongue as her knees inched along my thighs. I wasn’t sure how much of this stimulation I could stand and then she backed off as if to let me recover and then she was on top of me again. And then it happened, it was so fast, this beautiful young woman won me over with a simple movement of her slender fingers. She reached out with both hands, touched me and lightly squeezed and rubbed and then kissed my firm breasts as she suckled my erect nipples. When she slipped her fingers into the honey pot between my legs, I soon reached the point of no return. It was pure bliss.


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. . . . Hugging You . . . .

In my imagination, when my heart calls to you

                   I’m always hugging you

    You face me with your smile, your stance

      Your body calls to me, I stare, I smile 

  I can’t resist as my heart cries out and pleads

                       I need your hug

You hear me and step forward. Your touch gives

   me comfort, two bodies linking and binding

It’s the sweetest contact for my soul and makes a

      connection deep down into to my bones

It’s the spark in our love story that will never end

         and something no one can ever steal

                            

 Your hugs say to me

          "Just know I'll always care for you"

 

  Your hug brings me

                healing when I’m hurting

                  laughter when I’m sad 

                    hope when I’m lost 

                love when I feel unloved

      I just wish I had two extra arms to hug you 

                And as we fall through time

                  I want to hug you forever

             I want to fall asleep hugging you

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. . . . Hugging You . . . .
In my imagination, when my heart calls to you
                   I’m always hugging you

    You face me with your smile, your stance
      Your body calls to me, I stare, I smile 
  I can’t resist as my heart cries out and pleads
                       I need your hug

You hear me and step forward. Your touch gives
   me comfort, two bodies linking and binding

It’s the sweetest contact for my soul and makes a
      connection deep down into to my bones
It’s the spark in our love story that will never end
         and something no one can ever steal
                            
 Your hugs say to me
          "Just know I'll always care for you"
 
  Your hug brings me
                healing when I’m hurting
                  laughter when I’m sad 
                    hope when I’m lost 
                love when I feel unloved

      I just wish I had two extra arms to hug you 
                And as we fall through time
                  I want to hug you forever
             I want to fall asleep hugging you
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Fight for the fairy tale, it does exist

I followed the Bedouin through the narrow streets

    until we reached the town square. The locals 

knelt down and began to wail. Over at the temple, 

    just as we rounded the corner the magic wind 

changed directions. 

I looked down a web of dark alleys. On either 

    side stood ancient exotic stone  buildings that 

had hid stories for for the centuries. But even 

    more curious, the exotic turned to the erotic. 

The howl of the wind ceased, and out from the 

    silence he rushed forth naked into my world. 

A  whirlwind blew off my desert clothing and 

    swept us together, locked in tight embrace. 

Suddenly,  through both our hearts, we shared the 

    mystery of life and exchanged glances, that were 

never meant to be shared. Our heartbeats began to 

    race. We could see the pastel colors of our love 

through satin sheets. 

Twas’ the secret of the Casbah, a world of old mystique, 

    beyond the sands of times antique. And there, by 

lamplight, I met my love, my Aladdin. He granted me 

    but one wish. I whispered, "I’ll share my wish with you."

Never before, had anyone shared a wish with the humble

    genie. 

He kissed me and said, “From now on, we will be the best 

    friends, lovers in  the moon light with a love that will 

never end and I’ll give you my heart, my soul, my body but 

    best of all, I’ll share a lifetime of wishes, with you only.

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Fight for the fairy tale, it does exist
I followed the Bedouin through the narrow streets
    until we reached the town square. The locals 
knelt down and began to wail. Over at the temple, 
    just as we rounded the corner the magic wind 
changed directions. 

I looked down a web of dark alleys. On either 
    side stood ancient exotic stone  buildings that 
had hid stories for for the centuries. But even 
    more curious, the exotic turned to the erotic. 

The howl of the wind ceased, and out from the 
    silence he rushed forth naked into my world. 
A  whirlwind blew off my desert clothing and 
    swept us together, locked in tight embrace. 

Suddenly,  through both our hearts, we shared the 
    mystery of life and exchanged glances, that were 
never meant to be shared. Our heartbeats began to 
    race. We could see the pastel colors of our love 
through satin sheets. 

Twas’ the secret of the Casbah, a world of old mystique, 
    beyond the sands of times antique. And there, by 
lamplight, I met my love, my Aladdin. He granted me 
    but one wish. I whispered, "I’ll share my wish with you."
Never before, had anyone shared a wish with the humble
    genie. 

He kissed me and said, “From now on, we will be the best 
    friends, lovers in  the moon light with a love that will 
never end and I’ll give you my heart, my soul, my body but 
    best of all, I’ll share a lifetime of wishes, with you only.
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She's my best friend. She cradles my head and accepts my embrace

I love her and in return, she loves me.

I love my fluffy pillow. No one better

touch my fluffy pillow.I don't share

my fluffy pillow with no one. I travel

with my fluffy pillow. Most hotels

and motels don't have fluffy pillows.

I have a back-up fluffy pillow in case

the fluffy pillow thief steal my fluffy

pillow. I kiss and hug my fluffy pillow

but only when no one is watching.

My fluffy pillow, she cradles my head

and accepts my embrace. My fluffy

pillow makes me drowsy. I have never

gotten mad at my fluffy pillow and never

called my fluffy pillow any bad names.

My fluffy pillow smells like a fluffy

pillow should smell.I love my fluffy

pillow more than - lets not go there.

I know the date when my fluffy pillow

was born so I celebrate my fluffy pillow’s

birthday with fluffy cotton candy. 

I have a special name for my fluffy pillow

I call her, “Fluffy Pillow." Yes, my fluffy

pillow is a girl, or else my boy friend

would get mad, not at my fluffy pillow,

thank goodness, no, he'd get mad at me.

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She's my best friend. She cradles my head and accepts my embrace
I love her and in return, she loves me.

I love my fluffy pillow. No one better
touch my fluffy pillow.I don't share
my fluffy pillow with no one. I travel
with my fluffy pillow. Most hotels
and motels don't have fluffy pillows.

I have a back-up fluffy pillow in case
the fluffy pillow thief steal my fluffy
pillow. I kiss and hug my fluffy pillow
but only when no one is watching.

My fluffy pillow, she cradles my head
and accepts my embrace. My fluffy
pillow makes me drowsy. I have never
gotten mad at my fluffy pillow and never
called my fluffy pillow any bad names.

My fluffy pillow smells like a fluffy
pillow should smell.I love my fluffy
pillow more than - lets not go there.

I know the date when my fluffy pillow
was born so I celebrate my fluffy pillow’s
birthday with fluffy cotton candy. 

I have a special name for my fluffy pillow
I call her, “Fluffy Pillow." Yes, my fluffy
pillow is a girl, or else my boy friend
would get mad, not at my fluffy pillow,
thank goodness, no, he'd get mad at me.
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When Love Is Speechless

From the vantage point of love

tell me quick – Who are you

really and what were

you before I

met you

What did you think of me

the first time you

winked and

smiled at

me

I didn't know what to think or

say. I asked myself should

I go or should I stay

After a few minutes of watching

you close, I knew I was caught

in a world wide web of love

At first I was shy but then I

realized I had to say

something to woo

you my way

And then I realized no words

were necessary all I did

was wink, smile and

stare, and you

took it from

there 

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Written by Amberlight
When Love Is Speechless

From the vantage point of love
tell me quick – Who are you
really and what were
you before I
met you

What did you think of me
the first time you
winked and
smiled at
me

I didn't know what to think or
say. I asked myself should
I go or should I stay

After a few minutes of watching
you close, I knew I was caught
in a world wide web of love

At first I was shy but then I
realized I had to say
something to woo
you my way

And then I realized no words
were necessary all I did
was wink, smile and
stare, and you
took it from
there 



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Love is overrated; write something about hate.
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The Unknown Side Of Hate

I had found love to be a useless emotion but when I turned nineteen, I met a guy named the Black Beast. He was standoffish at first, but I quickly found hatred was so much easier to win over than true love. I quickly learned to hate him. I couldn’t spend enough time with him because I secretly found out that he hated me more than I hated him. It was impossible for me to believe that at one point, I had feared the Black Beast but that’s when I had really learned to hate him.

We often shared the things we hated the most and the people most prominent on our hate list. My favorite discussion with the Black Beast was when we made a list of all the problems in the world that hate had caused. It was a long list but I hated the fact it wasn’t long enough for me. After we had some difficult times that was brought on by our own hatred, we reveled in the fact that of all the problems in the world, hate had never fixed a single one.

After a year, I couldn’t believe how fortunate I was, I had came to truly resent the Black Beast. One time when we were sharing our petty hates and dislikes, the Black Beast told me something about my resentment that he found reassuring. He said resentment is like taking poison and waiting for the other person to die. I hated him even more when he shared that with me. After hearing him say that, I was proud of the ugly scars his hated had caused me.

Over the last few years of living with the Black Beast, I found out that hate was too great a burden to bear and how blessed I was to endure it. I hated all the other women who hated me because I was in such an advantageous relationship.

But then a problem arose, I found out my hatred was hurting me more the one I hated, the Black Beast. My solution was to put myself in an emotional cage to keep from losing my hatred and rage. And then something amazing happened, I found out I was dying and I was running out of time. I told the Black Beast I was dying. He smiled and then laughed.

I slapped his face and for the first time, I told him the truth, I said, “I don't have any more time left to hate people who hate me, because from now on, until I die, I'm going to be, too busy loving people who love me.

Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.

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Written by Amberlight
The Unknown Side Of Hate
I had found love to be a useless emotion but when I turned nineteen, I met a guy named the Black Beast. He was standoffish at first, but I quickly found hatred was so much easier to win over than true love. I quickly learned to hate him. I couldn’t spend enough time with him because I secretly found out that he hated me more than I hated him. It was impossible for me to believe that at one point, I had feared the Black Beast but that’s when I had really learned to hate him.

We often shared the things we hated the most and the people most prominent on our hate list. My favorite discussion with the Black Beast was when we made a list of all the problems in the world that hate had caused. It was a long list but I hated the fact it wasn’t long enough for me. After we had some difficult times that was brought on by our own hatred, we reveled in the fact that of all the problems in the world, hate had never fixed a single one.

After a year, I couldn’t believe how fortunate I was, I had came to truly resent the Black Beast. One time when we were sharing our petty hates and dislikes, the Black Beast told me something about my resentment that he found reassuring. He said resentment is like taking poison and waiting for the other person to die. I hated him even more when he shared that with me. After hearing him say that, I was proud of the ugly scars his hated had caused me.

Over the last few years of living with the Black Beast, I found out that hate was too great a burden to bear and how blessed I was to endure it. I hated all the other women who hated me because I was in such an advantageous relationship.

But then a problem arose, I found out my hatred was hurting me more the one I hated, the Black Beast. My solution was to put myself in an emotional cage to keep from losing my hatred and rage. And then something amazing happened, I found out I was dying and I was running out of time. I told the Black Beast I was dying. He smiled and then laughed.

I slapped his face and for the first time, I told him the truth, I said, “I don't have any more time left to hate people who hate me, because from now on, until I die, I'm going to be, too busy loving people who love me.

Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.



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"I wanna scream I love you from the top of my lungs, But I'm afraid that someone else will hear me." -FOB (The (Shipped) Gold Standard)
Written by Amberlight in portal Romance & Erotica

Born Butt Ugly

I wanna' scream I love you from the 

top of my lungs, But I'm afraid that 

someone else will hear me. I wanna’ 

quit this silly job selling everything 

for 99 cents and instead become a 

mathematician, but I'm not good 

at math and besides, I can’t count 

from one to ninety nine and back 

to one.

I can only complete my homework if

I know math and I have failed my math

final for the second time in two weeks.

Since my mouth is puckering up, but in

the wrong direction, please tell the guy

with a butt for a face - who sits in front

of me - to leave me alone. He blames his

mug on me. He says I unfairly stole his

portion of good looks when they were 

passed out. 

He won't listen to my logical answer 

that it wasn’t my fault and so I said 

his facial limitations had to do with 

the time my dad caught me an ugly 

horseshoe crab. I asked him if  throwing

the ugly crab back into the sea would 

bring him some resolve along  with a 

hundred years of solitude and a side 

order of good luck. 

He looked in the mirror for the first 

time in ten years and agreed that by 

throwing the ugly crab back into the 

sea, would indeed bring an end to our 

math class squabble and he would never 

again make fun of ugly horseshoe crabs.

I still wanna' scream, I love you from the

top of my lungs, but I'm afraid that the

horseshoe crab or the ugly guy will . . .  

hear me.

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"I wanna scream I love you from the top of my lungs, But I'm afraid that someone else will hear me." -FOB (The (Shipped) Gold Standard)
Written by Amberlight in portal Romance & Erotica
Born Butt Ugly

I wanna' scream I love you from the 
top of my lungs, But I'm afraid that 
someone else will hear me. I wanna’ 
quit this silly job selling everything 
for 99 cents and instead become a 
mathematician, but I'm not good 
at math and besides, I can’t count 
from one to ninety nine and back 
to one.

I can only complete my homework if
I know math and I have failed my math
final for the second time in two weeks.

Since my mouth is puckering up, but in
the wrong direction, please tell the guy
with a butt for a face - who sits in front
of me - to leave me alone. He blames his
mug on me. He says I unfairly stole his
portion of good looks when they were 
passed out. 

He won't listen to my logical answer 
that it wasn’t my fault and so I said 
his facial limitations had to do with 
the time my dad caught me an ugly 
horseshoe crab. I asked him if  throwing
the ugly crab back into the sea would 
bring him some resolve along  with a 
hundred years of solitude and a side 
order of good luck. 

He looked in the mirror for the first 
time in ten years and agreed that by 
throwing the ugly crab back into the 
sea, would indeed bring an end to our 
math class squabble and he would never 
again make fun of ugly horseshoe crabs.

I still wanna' scream, I love you from the
top of my lungs, but I'm afraid that the
horseshoe crab or the ugly guy will . . .  
hear me.







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Written by Amberlight

There’s always a story behind every story.

I wasn't ever going to get a tattoo. I didn't think they were for me. I loved them on other people, but I thought that marking myself was a big decision I would never be prepared to make.

I should start by saying. “I love my Mom”. 

When I turned thirteen, one Saturday morning at breakfast, my dad had gone to play golf, I casually brought up the subject of me getting a tattoos. 

No . . . the first word out of my mother’s mouth wasn’t, "NO!"

That’s because she has tats and loves them, at least the ones she willing to show me. It was a wonderful conversation; I don’t remember all the rabbit trails we went down, which is typical for us, but the part I remember were these four sentences:

Remember Amber, tattoos are permanent.

As long as they mean something, then it’s worth pushing past the pain.

Be smart and try a hidden one first.

Don’t forget to Google tattoo.

Very wise words, now that I look back, eleven years latter. (Oops. If your good at math, you can now figure out my age)

Within minutes, I Googled tattoo. Please don’t do that until your 99.9% ready for a tat. The short version, without much detail read: Marking the skin with indelible patterns by making tiny punctures and inserting pigments.

I like Google; it helped me decide to wait till I was older and more mature; so when I turned 14, I decided to get my first tat, in a hidden spot, because I knew it was permanent.

Since I was a tattoo virgin, and had heard too many ‘Miami Ink sob stories, I wanted to be 99.9% sure I was getting inked by the best artist I could find, and of ccourse at that age, it had to be a woman; no way was I going to trust a guy with my first ‘near death inking experience”.

Funny side story: I’d heard of an inker who considered himself a fine artist and he always demanded that he sign his work. Not with tiny initials, but with his full name. 

Vincent Van Went. I don’t think it was his real name.

My first tat was tiny, about the size of a quarter so I could test my pain threshold. It took her all of a very long 15 minutes and cost me twenty bucks out of my own pocket. But the most important thing was, that tiny HEART, will forever remind me of my Grammy Buckley who served me a big slice of Love every time I saw her.

And now we come to the story behind the story you were waiting for, or maybe you had forgot there was a story behind the story.

I was having a nice dinner with my boy friend, Darius, and after we finished eating, I asked him, “How would you like a tattoo of my name for dessert?”

He’s a cool guy and said, “That depends where you want me to get it.”

I said, “We can discuss that when we get back to my apartment."

He’s very tattoo savvy. He has, “Fight for Something” inked down his left bicep which comes alive when he flexes his muscle and on the inside of his left wrist is written, “Nothing is Random”, which sounds kinda dumb if you didn’t know he’s a physics major, and is also going for a minor in a certain brunette math major named Amber that likes to write poetry.

I saw him get his first tat. I was amazed; he either he feels no pain or he hides it well. He was telling jokes while watching every puncture and eating a glazed lemon-filled doughnut at the same time.

And now to wrap this up, I came out of the whole experience, years later, knowing tattoos can be pretty divisive for some people; but very often they can open lovely encounters and conversations, when you realize, they are like: little keepsakes or scrapbooks of your life that can remind you of where you’ve been.

So the next time you encounter someone with a tattoo, ask them about it. The worst thing you can get is a no, but you might just get a wonderful story behind the story.

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Written by Amberlight
There’s always a story behind every story.
I wasn't ever going to get a tattoo. I didn't think they were for me. I loved them on other people, but I thought that marking myself was a big decision I would never be prepared to make.

I should start by saying. “I love my Mom”. 

When I turned thirteen, one Saturday morning at breakfast, my dad had gone to play golf, I casually brought up the subject of me getting a tattoos. 

No . . . the first word out of my mother’s mouth wasn’t, "NO!"

That’s because she has tats and loves them, at least the ones she willing to show me. It was a wonderful conversation; I don’t remember all the rabbit trails we went down, which is typical for us, but the part I remember were these four sentences:

Remember Amber, tattoos are permanent.
As long as they mean something, then it’s worth pushing past the pain.
Be smart and try a hidden one first.
Don’t forget to Google tattoo.

Very wise words, now that I look back, eleven years latter. (Oops. If your good at math, you can now figure out my age)

Within minutes, I Googled tattoo. Please don’t do that until your 99.9% ready for a tat. The short version, without much detail read: Marking the skin with indelible patterns by making tiny punctures and inserting pigments.

I like Google; it helped me decide to wait till I was older and more mature; so when I turned 14, I decided to get my first tat, in a hidden spot, because I knew it was permanent.

Since I was a tattoo virgin, and had heard too many ‘Miami Ink sob stories, I wanted to be 99.9% sure I was getting inked by the best artist I could find, and of ccourse at that age, it had to be a woman; no way was I going to trust a guy with my first ‘near death inking experience”.

Funny side story: I’d heard of an inker who considered himself a fine artist and he always demanded that he sign his work. Not with tiny initials, but with his full name. 
Vincent Van Went. I don’t think it was his real name.

My first tat was tiny, about the size of a quarter so I could test my pain threshold. It took her all of a very long 15 minutes and cost me twenty bucks out of my own pocket. But the most important thing was, that tiny HEART, will forever remind me of my Grammy Buckley who served me a big slice of Love every time I saw her.

And now we come to the story behind the story you were waiting for, or maybe you had forgot there was a story behind the story.

I was having a nice dinner with my boy friend, Darius, and after we finished eating, I asked him, “How would you like a tattoo of my name for dessert?”

He’s a cool guy and said, “That depends where you want me to get it.”

I said, “We can discuss that when we get back to my apartment."

He’s very tattoo savvy. He has, “Fight for Something” inked down his left bicep which comes alive when he flexes his muscle and on the inside of his left wrist is written, “Nothing is Random”, which sounds kinda dumb if you didn’t know he’s a physics major, and is also going for a minor in a certain brunette math major named Amber that likes to write poetry.

I saw him get his first tat. I was amazed; he either he feels no pain or he hides it well. He was telling jokes while watching every puncture and eating a glazed lemon-filled doughnut at the same time.

And now to wrap this up, I came out of the whole experience, years later, knowing tattoos can be pretty divisive for some people; but very often they can open lovely encounters and conversations, when you realize, they are like: little keepsakes or scrapbooks of your life that can remind you of where you’ve been.

So the next time you encounter someone with a tattoo, ask them about it. The worst thing you can get is a no, but you might just get a wonderful story behind the story.
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