Chasing Her Dream

About Little Miss Chasing Her Dream

It takes soul
It takes heart
It takes a dream
it takes to recognize what the dream truly is.

They say “it’s only a dream, don’t go for that, keep your feet on the ground”.
Oh that is a mistake, that it wRrrrong with the Rolling Rrr. Let me say what I think “that is RawRing wrRong! Chasing it, that is what we really should do. To pursue the dream.

Oh little Miss, what are You saying Little Miss?” the gentlemen could say, the friends might ask.
A dream, little Miss? With the due respect you do not know what you are saying, little Miss”

Pffft, no, no, no. They don’t know. A dream, “THE dream”, is something that needs spotted, it needs being found, it needs being understood, felt. The “true dream” is not the casual visiting dream. The true dream is the one for which you would give up any other dream. The true dream is the one answering to those questions like
How much would you be able to risk?
What would you give up to attain it?
How much of it is in you? Has always in you,?
How much do you feel it will complete you?

So, then, if the dream is THAT dream, does it still make sense to ask if it is something that we should pursue? Isn’t it the other way round? Isn’t it rather nonsense to pretend we will not follow it (knowing a part of us will ALWAYS and FOREVER seek for it).

Not to pursue that would be the nonsense. Because it would mean we would anyway run after it, in a chase that will be with no joy and no awareness, and destined to fail. It would be a chase without riding the joy horse. Without having the wind blowing on us. The problem is not if we should go for our dreams or not, the problem is to know what they are, how worthy of our efforts they are. Chasing THAT dream is never a lost battle, because already riding its waves means holding the bridles of realization

Now Kiss Me

<< Now Kiss me my Kitty >>

<< You too, now Kiss me, own me, Owner oy Heart.

<< I said, now Kiss me my Kitty. Yes … now Kiss me. Suck my tongue, Kitty. Let me feel how much you desire me, suck it as much as you want it. Try to tear it out of me. I allow it, let me me see how much of a needy slut you become when you think about me, let me feel what romantic really means.
Yes my love, please, yes. you know it, devour me with Your desire. You know I want that, and I know You want to feel it. It is our food. You want to tear me apart and see my desire to take you, and I want to be ripped by this desire.>>

<< Owner of the whole of me. Love that I crave, You know I crave to be hanging on Your wall, while You live, while You work, while You smile, while You have teas. I need to love, I need to give love and feel it, You know it. So work, be there, while I am desiring you like hell. Dripping desire. Dripping desire and knowing that You feed on that, as much as I do feed on burning for You and going insane out of it.
Sucking your tongue, yes. But i would suck the whole of you. Bite the whole of you. Part the petals of Your nether lips with my kisses. Feel them opening under my lips, Suckle the protruding button of desire that will grow, tasting its tip on my lips. Drugged of our love while You’d wrap me, your legs around my head, locking me into You. And no breathing should exist, if not inhaling, YOU, inhaling US, Kiss YOU, because You live in me, because You are living in me.
The moment You said I am the important one for You, everything changed. The moment You said I am the One for You, everything changed.
In my mind, in my heart, I felt I could be bold, as bold as to love You, as bold as to let myself go.
Bold to be Your happiness, bold to live my life but knowing I wanted it to be Yours. Bold enough not to control myself into wanting us bound. Into everybody seeing that I am Your beast and Your shining star. Your girl and Your slut. Your wife and and Your friend.

Yes, I kiss You and fill you with my soul as I do it.
Kitty’s desire is immensely wild. You are its target and the Master of it, my love. I love your tongue to suck, your saliva drip in my mouth and me having it as my meal. I love to be the meal of your dreams, your desires, you perversions, to be Your priestess and virgin.
In one word: and YOURS

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