I find that lately I don’t have much to rejoice about.
I’m deeply sensitive soul. It’s what enables me to connect with people, on a deeper level.
I’m in need of a place to channel my energies. My frustrations. My sadness that seems more like anguish. It’s not the end of the world right?
*chuckle* A lot seems like it’s not the end of the world.
Anyway, my new vice, or not so new vice is the Cello
I’m in love with this large 4 string instrument that you hold with all you’ve got.
Call my psychotic but I want to learn how to make love to the cello with just a bow and a little pressure.
I want to have it excite me in a way that only a man can. Ignite my senses, in a carefree dance of love.
To pick her up at anytime and feel that my world is alright. To shut out the world so that only she and I count.
To hold her between my thighs and to feel her string rub against the tips of my fingers.
To make everything alright by pouring my soul into our intimate dance.
I say she, because women have the ability to awaken the very deep desires of anyone.
Women listen and know how it feels just because you feel. We feel it too.
Arpeggios, Glissandos, Vibratos, Harmonics,..
The very thought of it,…sends shivers down my spine!
Tommorrow I start my journey.
Wish me luck!
with love,
C.
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