Things that make you go… hmm (25)

I promised I’d make an effort to make you blush, didn’t I, S?

You are a grand woman, as a proper Highwayman would most likely put it. Easy to like, easy on the eye, oh yes! Very easy on the eye!
A woman to like, one to embrace and easily allow to be embraced by, a woman I’m about to try to make blush, again, and perhaps again, and maybe one day, again, when I’m done having you blush here.

A woman who inspires, that you are, for sure.

One who would inspire Pablo Neruda to write and win that heart of his special one, the one which he wanted to be his and his alone, and by the share inspiration which you are, if you was her, his inspiration, he would win you sooner than history now says he did, with his poetry, because the poetry inspired would come sooner.
You inspire poetry.
He did it quickly, eloquently, Pablo, but with you in mind, I tell you his prose would have come sooner.

We haven’t met, I reckon it’s my words you like, and I am what I write, I allow myself not to shy from putting my feelings out there on display, I am passionate about many things, and don’t run from saying so, I’ll tell you how I feel, I allow myself to act that way.
It’s I, and I say; why not express them feelings?

I am all for having fun. I seek to make every day be one with at least one good laugh.
I am open about matters of the horizontal tango, yes, I’m left without a single doubt that a night with you would be one worth remembering forever.

And now is the time to make you blush.

Do you know, that during this short time I’ve known you here, that several times you have made me go……hmm?

It takes quite a lot to make me go… hmm.

Do you know what it takes to make a man go… hmm?

I am passionate about many things, especially how women move me and touch my inner world. I don’t hold a single doubt that we could make a bed shake, and the pillows themselves blush, and I live for those moments, for the lust, for the pleasure it brings, and yes, I do enjoy it most when I can make her moan, you moan, arch under me and loose yourself to the point where you fold and allow defeat and me to win, to be defeated where it’s really your win.

You’ve made me go… hmm

Few do

You’re dangerous, in a dangerously beautiful way, and you know who you are, don’t you, S?

Dangerous?
I am about as dangerous as a rabbit stuck in the headlights of an approaching car...

I thought I would allow Europe to sleep, whilst you slumber, it was impossible to respond whilst you were playing music in my ear. We women think we can multi task, you have dispelled that myth, oh dear man, you wiped it out...

I am 40, but as person, I can only remember things from 5 years old. So we can loosen my mind and pretend I am 35.

That brings me to pretence... Oh dear, how that exists here, in many forums... We can all post things that we want, we can type like a person deranged, especially here, a dating site, a free one at that, bloody fantastic... It means that I do not have to sit being a sorry soul, hoping and clocking up my bill. I can fish out the men that I do not like, on a paying site, here I politely say no, and if they persist, I do my usual, 'foxtrot oscar' Pleasantly of course and wish them all the best....

Cont...



Not many people get me, oh they do not, but I lose little sleep over that. I am what I am, I procrastinate in many threads, post banal drivel, often. I have a few things.

My two beautiful children, an army of good friends, that have become my family, love, support, a person to lean on, is always there....

YOu dropped out of the sky, gently, wonderfully, talking about your fantasy about air hostesses...

I laughed, I looked, JB and Ginger will know where I am coming from...

You offer five camels, my dad has said 'get stuffed' you can keep them. They are all yours...

Joviality aside, words are fabulous, it is wonderful to read, I know 'S' is me, coz we have shared so much...

Yet, what strikes me, is this, you posted it here, in the EU, you see, you get when I say 'I go home' Coz this is my home... Here with lovely people who care. You brave man. We protect in here our little ones, it is full of sage advice, with good kind people, that I know, and certainly love.

I am a passionate person, I look, I observe, I am not the smartest person in the picnic, but I know what I am about....

CanI make a man state 'hum' Absolutely no frigging idea, I have no burning desire to. But when a man tells me I make him go 'hum' then this little soldier sits up, listens...

We have shared alot, that I would not share here, deeply private stuff, that only you and I know, real stuff, you know that only two people can share....

You rocked my boat, you unerved me, and that is a status that frightens me, because for all my 56 kilos, my shoulders are bigger than I think they are...

The fear? It will subside, subsidence, you know, I had that in my house, back in the UK... We plaster over the cracks, many times, the house has to come down, be rebuilt, before it can be decorated....

You knocked my house down, made this girl blush, but that is a veneer, the blushing subsides, carefully, stealthily, like a home, where one can run to and be safe, where one can batten down the hatches and feel at ease... This house, has foundations, they were always there, but the bits needed to be picked up, and put back together. You rejoined it at the rebuilding stage...

Make me blush? You have, you will, and will continue to do so, in all our exchanges, remotely and in person, here is a foundation for expressing ourselves, but it is the real stuff, you know, the real grown up stuff, that makes me blush... You are an adult at that... And you know it... Don't you?

I love fun, I make my days fun, I have 101 students, plus my very special own, that I sit back and look at... I am blessed, fortunate, that I have so much in my life... So, so much...

I have little doubts about your thoughts, little doubt... I have no doubt that the bed will shake, with passion, I will arch my back, I have and I will continue to do so... For many years to come... I have no wish to be a winner, whatsoever, just be me, little Sommer, with a smile, and a blush, which you so easliy bring to my days... Easily...
My Highwayman is within spitting distance of my grubby mitts, his girl? Far closer than he could possibly imagine... Far , far closer...
Time for one Highwayman to really source, look, and really, really go and find his loot. He does not need a map, nor any posse, he will know...
And you know, he knows, you see, you are freaking smart... You told me...
Get on your horse...

Ehmm...Sommer, forgive me for jumping to conclusions...but I take it you'd like to meet this guy??...

Do you think there will be room for choice?

In your place I would make a movie with the love story.
Selling after to CS.

How about this?

No, no, sorry, that's misinterpreted.

A date, the 5 camels are offered to the lord of her house for a date, one.

To make her a bride, oh, the wealth I must offer, that will require me stealing the Count of Monte Cristo’s treasure.