wow...i feel all excited by what happend in this forum lately

When we looked at each other for the first time I felt something different was happening between us!
Soon, a great friendship began, that according with my perfect intuition, may become stronger and deeper at each moment... it only depends on you, because I've already surrendered to your charm! It's true dear, it only depends on you!
Because from me, all I want is for that impression I had at the first eye contact to grow into something much larger, or at least for it to repeat a million times again!
I got goosebumps the first time I saw you! I realized something larger could happen between us, beginning with that look; I am almost sure we could establish a new form of relationship, a more intimate relationship, because intimacy love and desire all began from a look, a look like ours!
I hope this impression of mine confirms itself!

A love poem by TheShaman

To: Eve
From: Adam

As you lay before me
I stand in awe of your beauty
I run my fingers lightly
Across your trembling body...
Ah to hear that sigh!
It takes my passion to new heights!
As our bodies mingle,
I wrap my arms around you
Drawing you even nearer.
My very being
Focused
On your pleasure...
Each moan
Stirs my Frenzy...
But not yet
My darling!
The night is still too young.
No need to rush....
For we have Eternity.

Oh, my, god. Dot, look at her butt.
It is so big. She looks like,
one of those rap guys' girlfriends.
But, y'know, who understands those rap guys?
They only talk to her, because,
she looks like a total prostitute, 'kay?
I mean, her butt, is just so big.
I can't believe it's just so round, it's like,
out there, I mean - gross. Look!
She's just so ... blech! (See, Dot be dissin you behind yo back)

I like big butts and I can not lie
You other brothers can't deny
That when that Eve walks in with an itty bitty waist
And a round thing in your face
You get sprung, wanna pull out your tough
'Cause you notice that butt was stuffed
Deep in the jeans she's wearing
I'm hooked and I can't stop staring
Oh Evey, I wanna get wit'cha
And take your picture
My boy Arc tried to warn me
But with that butt you got makes me feel so horny
Ooh, Rump-o'-smooth-skin
You say you wanna get in my Benz?
Well, use me, use me
'Cause you ain't that average groupy
I've seen her dancin'
The hell with romancin'
She's sweat, wet,
Got it goin' like a turbo 'Vette
I'm tired of magazines
Sayin' flat butts are the thing
Take the average PSC'er and ask him that
She gotta pack much back
So, fellas! (Yeah!) Fellas! (Yeah!)
Has your girlfriend got the butt? (Hell yeah!)
Tell 'em to shake it! (Shake it!) Shake it! (Shake it!)
Shake that healthy butt!
Evey got back!
Evey got back!

I like her's round, and big
And when I'm choppin' a pic
I just can't help myself, I'm actin' like an animal
Now here's my scandal
I wanna get you home
And ugh, double-up, ugh, ugh
I ain't talkin' bout Playboy
'Cause silicone parts are made for toys
I want Eve cause she's real thick and juicy
So find that juicy double
Billtv's in trouble
Beggin' for a piece of that bubble
So I'm lookin' at rock videos
Knock-kneeded bimbos walkin' like hoes
You can have them bimbos
I'll keep my women like Eve yo
A word to the other soul sistas, I don't wanna get with ya
And I'll cuss or hit ya
But I gotta be straight when I say I wanna get Eveil
Til the break of dawn
Baby got it goin' on
A lot of simps won't like this song
'Cause them punks like to hit it and quit it
And I'd rather stay and play
'Cause I'm long, and I'm strong
And I'm down to get the friction on
So, Evey! {Yeah!} Evey! {Yeah}
If you wanna role in my Mercedes {Yeah!}
Then turn around! Stick it out!
Even you other pricks got to shout
Evey got back!
Evey got back!

Yeah, baby ... when it comes to females, Cosmo ain't got nothin' to do with my selection. 36-24-36? Ha ha, only if she's Eve.

So your girlfriend rolls a Honda, playin' workout tapes by Fonda
But Fonda ain't got a motor in the back of her Honda
My anaconda don't want none
Unless you've got Eve sized buns, hun
You can do side bends or sit-ups,
But please don't lose that butt
Some brothers wanna play that "hard" role
And tell you Eve's butt ain't gold
So they toss it and leave it
And I pull up quick to retrieve it
So Cosmo says you're fat
Well I ain't down with that!
'Cause your waist is small and your curves are kickin'
And I'm thinkin' bout stickin'
To the beanpole dames in the magazines:
You ain't it, Miss Thing!
Give me that sista, I can't resist her
Red beans and rice didn't miss her
Some knucklehead tried to dis
'But Eve ain't on his list
He had game but he chose to hit 'er
And I pull up quick to get wit 'er
So Eve, I know your butt is round,
And if you want a triple X throw down,
Dial 1-900-BILLWANTSEVE
And kick them nasty thoughts
Evey got back!

If someone finds out i wrote you this letter, I'd surly be in a complicated situation because no one even dreams about this immense attraction I feel towards you. No knows I'm in love with someone that for the strength of nature and destiny, has the same sex I do!
Anyway, beyond all this love I'm declaring now, I have some things to tell you, and I trust your discretion, I only had this attitude of writing to you, because I feel you have a balanced and open mind to understand word for word all I have to tell you.
You know, I believe we shouldn't be afraid to express our most profound and sincere feelings. I also believe we shouldn't feel guilty if this love that is now revealing itself goes against social conventions and encounters prejudice...
Because of this, I decided to declare myself,trusting your great mind, trusting your sensitive heart, and especially trusting finally that I will find that you may feel the same.
We met a long time ago, and it is knowing you for a long time that brought me the courage to declare myself like this. It was all this time, it was all this being by your side, and the trust in me that brought me here to say this: I am in love with you, and I would really like to be with you.
I hope I haven't frightened you with my revelation, because it's not possible you still haven't noticed the way in which I look at you. It's impossible for you not to have noticed that what I hope to have with you goes way beyond just a friendship.
Don't disappoint me, because I surly won't disappoint you. I'm sure that you will know exactly what I'm talking about when you read this.

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carp...i'm so gonna have that stupid song stuck in my head all day now.



Thank you, Sean for the lovely & very HAWT poem!

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wow.....yea ...me 2

nothing gives me more pleasure, than to be with you!

eve oh eve.. i did not sleep at all this night...your overwhelming beauty kept haunting my mind.. i stayed up all night to find you the perfect gift.. my gift is this song..you can tell everybody that this is our song...


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H7l0O7nCgmI

Hey....

Is this all some CONTEST ORIENTED THING?

You don't REALLY LOVE EVE, DO YOU?

I'm not in any damn contest. I DO love her.

And all your silly ramblings are only serving to cloud the waters of my deep undying manly and somewhat Canadian love for her.

So you can all just go away now.

Go on.

Shoo, I say!

(*goes and gargles for OVER ONE MINUTE with mouthwash*)

Okay, Eve. I'm ready for some SERIOUS MooseMcLuvin!

The Duke: I don't like this ending...
Zidler: Don't like the ending, my dear Duke?
The Duke: Why should the courtesan chose the penniless sitar player over the maharajah who is offering her a lifetime of security? That's real love. Once the sitar player has satisfied his lust he will leave her with nothing. I suggest that the courtesan chose the maharajah.
Toulouse-Lautrec: But, but tell me, that ending does not uphold the Bohemian ideals of truth, beauty, freedom, and...
The Duke: [shouts] I don't care about your ridiculous dogma! Why shouldn't the courtesan chose the maharajah?
Christian: [shouts] Because she doesn't love you!... Him... Hi-him, she doesn't love... she doesn't love him.
The Duke: Oh, I see... Monsieur Zidler, the play will be rewritten with the courtesan choosing the maharajah and without the lovers' secret song. It will be rehearsed in the morning, ready for the opening tomorrow night...
Zidler: But, my dear Duke, that will be quite impossible.
Satine: Harold, the Duke is being treated appallingly. These silly writers let their imaginations run away with themselves. Why don't you and I have a little supper, and then we can tell Monsieur Zidler how we would like the story to end.

My kitty kat is better at words than I

eve OH eve!! Let's do this love duet together!!!!


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pB6gMZfNdGE




for the unromantic fools who don't know the song
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u8Q8hGChV10