He's also old enough to recognize that what a person considers to be risk is subjective. He is further old enough to start making some of his own risks and dealing with the consequences. Claayer should feel fortunate that the boy even considered to ask permission. I wouldn't have.
It's a lot more difficult for a Mother to put her worries aside with regard to their children. Express you concerns to your boy. Tell him you'd prefer he took a train, but let him go in either case.
It's called rump shaker, the piece is like sweeter than candy I'm feelin' manly and your shaker's comin' in handy Slidin' my claws from New York down by your Virginia Ticklin' you around Delaware before I enter Total seduction, from face, hips, to feet A wiggle and jiggle can make the night complete Now since you got the body of the year, come and get the award Here's a hint, it's like a long sharp sword Flip town, so let me see you shake it up like dice The way you shake your rump is turnin' mighty men to mice But Diogenes got a surprise that's a back breaker Now let me see you shake your rump like a rump shaker
If you don't believe me, rent Chronicles of Riddick and watch him in the special features when he's being himself and not acting, then tell me if you think I'm wrong.
You make me understand, What it means to be in l-o-v-e once again. Why, must we fly so low? Are we 'fraid of heights, do kites get lost in the tow?
Let me show your mind a new freaky side of love. Open up you flower please let me taste your love. Honeysuckle sweet, can't stop till I get every last drip-drop On my tongue. Hitting every spot of you, what you gonna do? Your body's the rhythm of the boom in the room. Up and down it seems to go, Oh my god I think I'm 'bout to explo-oo-o-oo-ode!
My fingertips scan flesh so supple, No longer a couple like two in one skin. Where do you end and where do I begin? Both brains become one mind sensually, Every nerve becoming it's own individual entity, With its own lusts, it's own needs to serve, Longing for the love of all the other nerves, As they writhe and twist in satisfaction. In the burning chill of pleasure we bathe, Engulfing, encompassing, like a cataclysmic shockwave Of an impact so deep, but not one of destruction But of creation, elation in the re-making. No faking in the relation, no taking in the relation, Just giving of the persona becoming lovers after making love.
RE: Dilemma with my teen.. what would you do?
He's also old enough to recognize that what a person considers to be risk is subjective. He is further old enough to start making some of his own risks and dealing with the consequences. Claayer should feel fortunate that the boy even considered to ask permission. I wouldn't have.