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Learning Curve Affair  He stood on the other side of the bed, helping Isabelle to put the clean sheets on perfectly. In her mind, she glanced over the Dom men in her life, and how each one had specifics that he would tell her about, for each chore, This one, Marcus, he has some OCD traits, and has certain folds on the sheet corners - so very smooth . His clothes were folded specifically the way he wanted, and the house was kept spotless. He had a certain mop, a certain cleaner, a certain rag....It was endless. Izzy knew that these annoying picky tendencies would give way to her humour and laughter as well, as she served him. In time, it would becomes comic relief, per usual. This one though....he had a heart and softness to him. It made his dichotomy of danger, all the more surprising. He listened to her, I mean actually listened. Shaking her head a little while in thought, Isabelle smirked and let out a chuckle. His skin though....Oh how she adores his skin which was so very soft and smooth. He was eighteen years her junior, but she did not care. They were having fun with no commitments, no drama, no disappointment. They were just flowing, seeing if they fit. His full dark lips were so damned pretty, Izzy thought , while she stood by his side in a store. The edges were chiseled and yet so very tender soft. She loved his kisses for that reason. When she finally met him, his aggressiveness was matched with gentleness. Isabelle knew in that moment that he was a great find. It's like going shopping and trying on clothes, that aren't exactly in the company's best interest, but it could surprise., It was a calculated gamble. Marcus was easing her grief daily. His philosophy of life, was so advanced for his age. Isabelle knew he was good for her. He had high morals and values, and equally devious ones just for her. Isabelle could feel the calm in her, as he healed the past wounds through leading her in doing so herself. Song for this post Seven Days - Mary J Blige |
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I've been searching for someone But never looked before my eyes There you were to my surprise It was so obvious looking into your face After playing a game of truth or dare I wanted to stay at your place I never thought that I Would fall in love with you But since the day we kissed I knew it had to be you I never thought we would be together I can't believe I just made love to you After all the things that we've been through Now what are we gonna do Oh Monday, a friend of mine Tuesday, we played a game Wednesday, you went away Thursday, things weren't the same On Friday, you came back I wanted to kiss you On Saturday On Sunday we made love Now what are we gonna do As much as I, I want you I don't want to wreck a friend I've already found in you I've been there before And I can't ignore How two friends became one But walked away with none I cannot risk a friend But the love is so good I gotta make a choice I would if I could I never thought we would be together How can I address you "Hey lover?", "Hi friend!" "How ya doin'?", "Where ya been?" I gotta make a choice Monday, a friend of mine Tuesday, we played a game Wednesday, you went away Thursday, things weren't the same On Friday, you came back I wanted to kiss you On Saturday On Sunday we made love Now what are we gonna do On Sunday we made sweet sweet love Tuesday we played a game But Sunday we made love Now what are we gonna do? A friend of mine
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Mary J Blige sings some powerful songs!
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Beauty, great, nice story... Great music, too.
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This seems very old school to me. I like it. 
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Very nice blog post, IP. I'm not that familiar with Blige or her work, but the lyrics to her dilemma, coupled with the heartfelt eloquence and candor of your sketched scene, touched a chord. 'Now what are we gonna do?" or 'They were just flowing, seeing if they fit," and in the process, "healing" their respective "past wounds."I'm sure all of us have gone through something like this sort of internal self-interrogation & -partner appraisal/relationship critique along the way, and can relate. Keeep the well-constructed & well-received blog posts coming, IP--they are always worth a careful reading by your fans to stimulate their further cogitation on interesting & diverse matters, past, present, and future.
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Mary J Blige sings some powerful songs!  She's my dawg!
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Beauty, great, nice story... Great music, too.
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This seems very old school to me. I like it. 
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Very nice blog post, IP. I'm not that familiar with Blige or her work, but the lyrics to her dilemma, coupled with the heartfelt eloquence and candor of your sketched scene, touched a chord. 'Now what are we gonna do?" or 'They were just flowing, seeing if they fit," and in the process, "healing" their respective "past wounds."I'm sure all of us have gone through something like this sort of internal self-interrogation & -partner appraisal/relationship critique along the way, and can relate. Keeep the well-constructed & well-received blog posts coming, IP--they are always worth a careful reading by your fans to stimulate their further cogitation on interesting & diverse matters, past, present, and future.
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