From: grendel@canetoad.UUCP (Rage y Romance)
Newsgroups: alt.romance.chat
Subject: Re:   WOW!
Distribution: world
Date: 22 Aug 92 21:00:45 EDT
Organization: The Satellite of Love

In article <1992Aug22.170758.10293@waikato.ac.nz> darren@waikato.ac.nz writes:
>In article <grendel.02o4@canetoad.UUCP>, grendel@canetoad.UUCP (Rage y Romance) writes:
>> In article <1992Aug20.165004.10245@waikato.ac.nz> darren@waikato.ac.nz writes:
>>>In article <grendel.02lu@canetoad.UUCP>, grendel@canetoad.UUCP (Rage y Romance) writes:


>...only when I'm not looking huh? arrrrrggg, do I look away or keep looking
>at you and forsake what you *could* deliver, for a different reward?

>> This ((((CLENCH)))), as I call it thing is not a kiss, it is a greeting 
>> that is slow and sultry like a night in New Orleans. You place your hands 
>> on either side of the person's face, briefly running your thumbs over their 
>> lips, sliding your fingers through their hair, stroking their scalp, absorbing 
>> and emitting the hot blooded PASSION you feel for one another.

>Gandalf spins around a couple of times, muttering ancient spells that no-one
>understands anymore, grabs at nothing, gasps, swoons and falls to the ground,
>a wizard that's lost it. 

>> And then, still cradling their precious head, you gently press it into
>> your throat and press yours into their's and slip your hands down their
>> back, under their shirt and become...still. Just suspended on joy's and
>> ecstacy's razor sharp edge as you inhale their, fragrent, hearthrobbing 
>> scent.

>Woops, sorry I fell over.

Oh Gandalf, you arrre fun. However, I do think I see others lounging in
this incense filled room. Heeelllo, doesn't anyone else want to come play?

Well, while I'm waiting I'll share a romantic interlude with everyone.
I had a girlfriend of mine who was having a relationship with a man
that was in the Marines.

He was overseas and they were carring a very lively game of "Tag I Love
You." (This is where two people write each other INCREDIBLY steamy letters
about what they'll do to each other as soon as they're in touching 
distance). 

All of a sudden, he stopped writing and only sent drawings.  These 
pictures consisted of drawings of them together on a beach, sharing 
a meal in a restaurant, holding hands etc. 
These drawings were beautiful.

Suddenly, they stopped showing them together and just showed detailed
drawings of swerving, flowing lines. One would almost assume that
the lines were the contours of the human body; they were smooth and
graceful.

Each drawing ended with lines like, "Do you like?" or "How about this?"

She was stumped, so she began to give them to me. Seeing as I draw I
began to look closely at them on a daily basis and suddenly all the 
pieces fit. I called him and told him I had figured it out and asked
him if he wanted me to tell her. He said no that he was flying in
and would take care of it.

You see it was pictures of the engagement ring he was having designed
for her. It wasn't a big diamond; expensive and cliche, it was an 
original expression of love.

I remember when she called me and just kept crying. I couldn't seem to stop
laughing and saying,"He loves you isn't that great?" and she kept crying
 and saying,"I know, I know."

"Until the end of time I'll be there for you.
 You own this heart of mine
 I truly adore you.
 If God one day struck me blind
 Your beauty I'd still see.
 Love's too weak to define
 Just what you mean to me."
  
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"So I'm minding my own business...no, really. | ...uunet!canetoad!grendel
 And I see him, the HIM in big impressive     | canetoad!grendel@uunet.uu.net
 letters. And he owns me, I mean the way      |
 pigeons own N.Y...damn I'm had again."       |
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