dessert
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Posted:Sep 15, 2005 1:07 pm
Last Updated:Jan 20, 2016 8:17 pm
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[this is the third and final part of "When you bossa nova..." and "not over yet"]
DESSERT
We still lay in bed. Our cuddling had somewhat subsided. We were smiling. Once again I was the one to break the silence. "I am a little hungry", I said, an uncharacteristic tone of impatience in my voice. "What do you have in mind?", she replied.
I didn't answer, just ran to the kitchen. Came back with a pint of ice cream and a spoon. Mint chocolate chip. "I 'am afraid all I have is desert", I said apologetically. "My favorite part of the meal", she answered soothingly, brushing my apologies aside. I took a spoonful and fed it to her very slowly. She took it in lusciously. The sight of her lips on the spoon sent a shiver down my back. "You like mint chocolate chip?", I asked trying to overcome my excitement. Her look told me not to ask silly questions. She took the spoon and fed a mouthful to me. It was so refreshing.
By now the ice cream had been consumed and we were sitting on the bed. I leaned over and kissed her, the smooth taste of mint and chocolate melting in my mouth again. She turned her eyes downward and noticed that I was hard again. A smile crept to her face, a smile I had by now learned to recognize. Without a word she fell slowly on her back and ever so slightly opened her legs. No further invitation was required. I stretched on top of her, kissed her mouth long and hard and prepared to enter her.
The tip of my cock touched the lips of her vagina. Sensing her arousal, I wasted no time. I went in almost at once, almost all the way, the weight of my body falling on her, my chest pressing against her hard nipples. My lips touched the back of her neck and I started to slowly move up and down.
I was enveloped in a cloud of warm wetness, a cloud of sweet surrender, a cloud so pleasant, I felt like staying in there for ever. We were getting into a rhythm now, not fast but steady, moving in unison. Each time my cock slid into her I had the warm feeling of revisiting the same wonderful place, a palace of ecstasy.
We kept going like this, silent, just kissing every now and then, smiling. This time our love-making didn't have the intensity or the emotion of our previous two encounters. But it had the unique feeling of comfort and familiarity, this kind of unique joy you experience when you revisit a favorite memory. We were still bumping up and down, like a ship crossing the ocean, waves splashing, crest spraying left and right as we were slicing through the deep blue sea. We were heading in the same direction and could feel the hot wind on our faces. Only this time I was in control, gently guiding her towards me, with her matching my every move.
I caught her eyes and knew her time was coming. I wasn't too far off either. I felt her back stretching, her strong hips being raised. She squeezed my cock with her insides as her muscles contracted once, twice and then a few times more until she relaxed and looked at me anticipating my own orgasm. It happened almost at once. I started coming in short, quick squirts, my body twitching, my knees shaking just a bit, until I had left every drop of me in her. She smiled. A smile of deep satisfaction, a smile that told me she accepted me, a smile that said "I 'am yours, if only for the moment..."
Happy, I let my head fall on her shoulder, closing my eyes, cherishing the time we had together. She caressed the back of my neck and whispered something in my ear. I didn't hear it, but knew exactly what she said. I turned around and kissed her, wildly this time, our tongues burning together, lighting a fire of passion previously unknown. There was so much I could tell her, so many words to describe my feelings, but stayed silent. A silence that spoke volumes, since she already knew all I had to say. We looked at each other, not smiling anymore, but with the gleam of happiness sparkling in our eyes.
The songs on the stereo had come full circle once again and the same song came on. "Ready for another dance?", I asked almost blushing, a sudden shyness returning to my voice, as if we had just met. "Always", she answered warmly, instantly easing away any tension from me. We got up, stood face to face and embraced. We started moving to the rhythm, our fingers intertwined as we danced.
The lyrics rang in my ears once again, a crooning voice singing:
"much communication
and emotion
without conversation
or a notion..."
I closed my eyes. I tried to figure out what had just happened. How two people came together so unexpectedly, yet so fully, so completely. I gave up. My thoughts ran elsewhere now. I looked out the window. The moon and stars were setting and the first light of day was slowly approaching.
Relaxed, calm and full of confidence I caught her eyes. They were shining. I leaned and kissed her yet again. And suddenly the smooth taste of mint and chocolate came melting back into my mouth...
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the long blond hair- part 2
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Posted:Sep 15, 2005 12:20 pm
Last Updated:May 24, 2007 6:01 pm
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My most sincere congratulations to my two friends Mandy, GoddessOfBitches and DustStormDiva for solving this little mystery.
If you look at Mandy 's comment you 'll find out exactly what happened with one small difference: it was two nights before.
It all came to me as I was reading a book by my beloved Agatha Christie which involved a similar plot twist.
PS: OK, girls! Time to collect your prizes...
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The long blond hair...
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Posted:Sep 12, 2005 12:00 pm
Last Updated:May 24, 2007 5:59 pm
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Many, many years ago, when I was a freshman in college a curious little incident happened to me.
I opened my eyes, still not fully awake. It was a sunny fall morning... I was alone in my dorm room. Completely naked in my bed. This is how I always slept at the time. My head was somewhat blurry. The previous night there was a party in the dormitory and I had done my share of drinking. Nothing excessive though. After feeling a slight buzz, I returned to my room. Alone. I distinctly remembered that, since my clothes were neatly placed on the chair by the bed.
I lifted the sheets to get out of bed and something caught my eye. I looked towards my crotch and saw it.
It was a beautiful long blond hair. It was entangled in my pubic hair! I picked it up and inspected it. It was about 18 inches long, shiny, silky; it was staight with just a tiny curl at the end. Now, romantic encounters with blond women were not uncommon in my life back then, but I couldn't recall one from the previous night...
WHAT WAS THIS LONG BLOND HAIR DOING BETWEEN MY LEGS?
I got up, my face flushed. I checked the door. It was closed but not locked. This only made my frustration grow. Had I had a secret visitor? If so, was I too drunk to remember it? Impossible. Why wouldn't she wake before leaving? Or leave a note?
I squeezed my brain like a sponge for an answer, but came up empty. Last night I had gone to bed alone, I was sure of that.
This question lingered like a cloud around my brain for weeks. Every time a blond woman smiled at me, my heart skipped a beat. I would inspect her hair and search for a small curl at the end. Could she have been the owner of the hair I found at such an impertinent location?
The solution to this little mystery came to me one morning, completely out of the blue- just as it had appeared...
BUT BEFORE I DISCLOSE ANY FURTHER INFORMATION...
WOULD YOU CARE TO VENTURE A GUESS?
HAS ANYTHING LIKE THAT HAPPENED TO YOU?
Please post a comment and let me know.
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my arms fold about you
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Posted:Sep 10, 2005 9:56 am
Last Updated:Mar 26, 2014 8:59 pm
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even without you
my arms fold about you
(a quick intermezzo)
The sun was shining when I opened my eyes this morning. It was a beautiful saturday morning. Typical athenian september; clear and crisp and pleasant.
Something wonderful happened to me last night. just in the nick of time.
Went to bed, big toothy smile on my face. Woke up. Smile still there...
Showered, shaved, walked out...still smiling...
A phrase came to my mind:
even without you
my arms fold about you...
Enough said.
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not over yet
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Posted:Sep 8, 2005 8:39 am
Last Updated:Jan 20, 2016 8:16 pm
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[this is the sequel to 'when you bossa nova...']
not over yet...
I lay on the bed with her, her head still on my shoulder, her hair falling gracefully on my torso. We were almost still for a second, replaying those final moments of ecstasy in our minds. Rather than exhaust me, the intensity of my last orgasm had made me more alive. I felt relaxed and peaceful, as if I had just come out of a session of deep meditation. Quaintly, I was excited, my cock still erect- only this time it was the sort of sweet erection, the kind where not all the veins feel like bursting.
A sly grin passed through my lips. She noticed it instantly. "Do you feel naughty ?", she inquired playfully, as if she didn't know the answer. "Oh, naughty is such a relative term", I answered. I didn't wait for her reaction. I lifted my head and turned to her, then kissed her with such force that our teeth almost clashed. I pressed against her as hard as I could, so our bodies touched in their entireties. And then she surprised me. She stopped our kiss and sat on the bed.
"I have brought a special gift for you", she said, a slight hint of anticipation in her voice. I just watched. She opened her purse and produced a small object. I couldn't see it very clearly, but as she brought it closer a large smile appeared on my face. Two small velvet ropes, purple in color were wound and held together by a pretty knot of black lace. They were forming the shape of an '8'. As she undid the lacy knot, she let the ropes fall on the bed. "Are these for me or for you?", I asked, not quite sure of which answer I would prefer. "We 'll see", she quipped, "why don't we try them on you first, see if you like them, and then maybe we can switch". Being in no mood for argument, I agreed.
She proceeded to tie each of my hands on opposite sides of the bed. I was lying on ny back, arms stretched out, not fully immobilised- but not having much room to move either. A very thin layer of sweat had covered my naked body and my erection had subsided a bit. She noticed it of course and her eyes gleamed with devilish delight. A small shiver went down my spine. I closed my eyes and wondered whether I would have preferred to be the tier rather the tied.
My question was answered almost immediately, and in a most emphatic manner. She cupped my balls in her hand and massaged them. This brought back my erection in a flash. She then took me in her mouth. By now it was obvious to me how much pleasure lay ahead. As she continued to suck me, I couldn't help but admire her. She sucked with confidence and authority and yet not the slightest trace of arrogance or aggression. She was completely at home with this, and I couldn't help but be there with her.
She let me slide out of her mouth, realizing that a sudden burst could overtake me at any moment. She paused again and smiled, reminding me of my own pause once again. "Alright, lesson learned", I thought to myself- a thought she clearly read and looked at me approvingly. She decided to mount me. She took my cock into her hand and guided it towards her vagina. She let the tip rub her lips for a second and then slid it in all the way in one swift motion. I was surprised at how wet she was, especially since, with my hands tied, I hadn't even touched her. Clearly, she was enjoying this almost as much as I was. Again, she read my thought. "You 're not the only one having fun here", she whispered in my ear. I wasn't having fun; I was in heaven.
Then I was brought down to earth; she started moving her hips up and down, my cock sliding in her, slowly, teasingly. Then she started to rotate, clockwise at first and then counter-clockwise, each time taking me just a little deeper until she had sat on me fully and her ass was touching my balls. She repeated this ritual and stopped, then repeated again, then stopped again. By now I was almost oblivious. If it wasn't for her breath on my neck, which like a hot breeze kept me awake, I think I would have lost my senses.
I moved my lips to kiss her. She saw my inability to move freely and approached her lips to mine. We kissed deeply. I closed my eyes, savoring the moment.
Suddenly my eyes opened wide. The walls of her vagina were closing down on me! She was squeezing my cock, then releasing it, then squeezing it again. She started to move just a tiny little bit. The feeling was incredible. If there was something familiar about her blowjob, this was completely new. Never before had anyone mastered this art so completely, so wonderfully, so deeply. I looked at her. Her eyes were closed, her lips half-open, but I could see an evil grin deep inside of her. I was in her hands, totally under her spell- she knew it and she enjoyed it. And yet, her focus was to give me pleasure, as if to thank me for letting myself go there with her, for trusting her so totally. She kissed me again, this time with open eyes. I looked directly into her then, a picture getting clearer by the second. It was like watching her entire life pass before my eyes in fast forward; from the time she was a little girl, to her adolescence and up to today.
"I 'm seeing the same thing", her soft voice startled me as we briefly broke our kiss, "only with you instead of me". I was speechless. Meanwhile, I could feel her milking motions on my dick and knew that I couldn't hold back for too long. My arms moved upward, stretching the velvet ropes that restrained them, causing the veins in my hands to throb wildly. My whole body arched as I felt my orgasm approaching. She knew it and tightened her grip, preparing herself too.
A jolt of electricity passed through my spine. I started shaking. I was coming now. My sperm was flowing freely into her. It wasn't an eruption. It was more like going down a waterfall, a steady wild river flowing out of me and falling into a lake. She was holding me tight, her breasts on my chest, her mouth on my neck, biting very lightly. I don't know how long my climax lasted, but it was by far the longest. I felt that half of my bodily fluids were drained. As my throbbing subsided, she kissed my one cheek, then the other and bit my chin. A broad smile was on my face now. None of us said anything, a silence that spoke volumes. I thought for a second then broke the silence.
"Come up to me", I said confidently, sounding almost authoritative, forgetting that both my hands were tied. It didn't take much to convince her. She lifted herself from my still swollen member. A small puddle formed on my pubic hair as she did that. As she was bringing her crotch to my face, she left a trail of fluid all along my torso. She spread her legs and started lowering herself. She smelled wonderful. A strange sweet scent, exotic and intoxicating. Her clitoris was swollen, visibly protruding. I stuck my tongue out to facilitate her. As it touched her, she let out a soft moan, and pressed against me more. I started moving my tongue up and down, in and out and all around. Some of my own sperm flowed into my mouth and I must admit it had never tasted so sweet.
I was exploring her inside now, feeling, tasting the walls that had given me so much pleasure. She rocked her hips again to match my movements and we got into a rhythm. Her breathing became heavier, her cheeks were glowing. She grabbed my hair again and pulled so hard I thought she was going to tear it. She pressed my face to her pussy, and for a moment I couldn't breath. I twitched a little and drew a deep breath through my nostrils, her scent filling me once again. And then it happened. She let go of my hair and raised her hands upward, then grabbed my shoulders. She didn't tremble, just press down really hard on me. Her body tensed and a long, steady stream started flowing into my mouth. Her juices were exquisite. Thick and heavy, stronger than before. The wild mix of both of us was coming back into me. It didn't last very long, but I could feel that it was a heavy orgasm, the kind that's filled with emotion.
She lifted herself and brought her face to mine. She started kissing my face, licking the honeylike substance covering my jaw, flicking her tongue inside my mouth sharing the taste with me, sharing the droplets we had made together. She finally rested her head on my shoulder. Again it was me who broke the silence.
"Please un-tie me", I said politely this time. A sly grin came to her face. "I have half a mind to leave you like this", she said laughing, a laugh that was both crazy and endearing. But without wasting a second, she quickly loosened the velvet knots. My arms free now, I wrapped them around her and held her close.
We lay there again, cuddling in the same position as before, tired but not exhausted- knowing that our night together was not over yet...
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begin the beguine
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Posted:Sep 8, 2005 5:29 am
Last Updated:Jan 20, 2016 8:15 pm
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Just a quick little tune before I go into the "bossa nova" sequel.
I will every now and then post lyrics from favorite songs, since I can't post the songs themselves. I believe that while the melody is what catches your ear, the lyrics are what make listening to the song a fuller experience.
So, here it is, sung beautifully, chillingly, heart-stoppingly by Sheryl Crow, from the 'De-Lovely' soundtrack:
begin the beguine
When they begin the beguine
it brings back the sound of music so tender,
it brings back a night of tropical splendor
it brings back the memory ever green.
I'm with you once more under the stars
and down by the shore an orchestra 's playing
and even the palms seem to be swaying
when they begin the beguine.
To live it again is past all endeavors
except when that tune clutches my heart
and there we are, swearing to love forever,
and promising never, never to part.
What moments devine, what rapture serene
till clouds came along to disperse the joys we had tasted
and now when I hear people curse the chance that was wasted,
I know that too well what they mean;
so don't let them begin the beguine
let the love that was once a fire remain an ember
let it sleep like a dead desire I only remember
when they begin the beguine.
oh, yes, let them begin the beguine, make them play
till the stars that were before return above you
till you whisper to me once more,
darling, I love you
and we suddenly know what heaven we 're in
when they begin the beguine
when they begin the beguine.
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"When you bossa nova..."
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Posted:Sep 5, 2005 12:37 am
Last Updated:Aug 24, 2019 4:30 am
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"When you bossa nova
there's no holding...", says the old song.
I switched off the lights. Our only source was the candles now. Seven of them, all different in size, flickering sweetly, hinting at what was to come. I put a favorite cd in the tray; it was a slow song- old and very familiar. I stood before her and made a little bow. I took her hand in mine and smiled.
"Will you give me the honor of this dance?"
She smiled back. "You know I will", she said, even though the words never came out of her mouth. She got up, close to me, as we embraced. We started moving together, slowly, letting the rhythm guide us. I could smell her perfume; it was wild and exotic. I felt the smooth skin in the back of her neck, as I brought my lips to touch it. We stayed like this if only for a second, and then I turned my eyes and sought hers. She looked at me steadily, as if to reassure me. Gently my lips touched hers. I took her lower lip between mine, then the upper one, until our mouths opened to a full circle, pressed together and our tongues began to wrestle with each other. We kissed long and we kissed hard. I was stroking her back now, slightly moving downward, each time a little harder, each time digging a little deeper into her skin.
The song was almost over now. I gazed into her eyes. "Follow me?", I asked, even though I knew the answer. As she nodded, I took her hand in mine again and squeezed it as if to thank her. We started undressing each other somewhat impatiently. We sat on the bed and kissed again. We lay together, still kissing, stopping only to catch each other's eyes. We caressed. She held my shoulders; a gentle shiver ran down my spine. I quickly looked towards the window. It was a calm night. The silver light of the moon made its way in through the glass. Was this a dream?
I started kissing her neck as I massaged her breasts. I took one nipple between my fingers, rolled it ever so gently. Then the other one. I moved my lips down and took it in. I kissed and kissed and kissed it again, all along my right arm around her back, pressing her closer to me. I moved my lips back up to kiss her mouth. I turned my arm, brought it in front. My fingers found the way between her legs, which spread just a little bit more to accommodate me. I slid one finger in and started to explore her insides. I rubbed her clit, then inserted another finger. I could feel that slow river flowing, my fingers glistening in her sweet juices- our temperatures rising together.It was our first time and yet, it felt like we had done this before- there was something familiar about this path.
My fingers were still in her, when I started to lick my way downward. Half way through I paused. I was happy and my body betrayed it very clearly. I moved my head down facing towards her legs. I started licking her lips, tasting her sweetness. I licked harder and inserted my tongue making little circles. I moved to her clitoris and started sucking on it, my lips puckering to protect it from my teeth. I inserted two fingers at once and curved them upwards, then started rocking them, searching for an elusive place. She was really wet by now, her scent pouring through the skin of my face, filling me with pleasure. "She is flowing into me", I thought, a sense of light fulfillment beginning to overtake me. I continued to kiss her, my fingers still inside, my other arm around her back, pulling her closer and closer. I could feel her climax coming, the slight tremble rising. She ran her fingers through my hair, pulling them a little, guiding me through the final motions. I licked slowly, but steadily, never letting go, quickening my pace only when she encouraged with a gentle tug.
And then it happened. An orgasm long and languid, strong and true. Her one fist clenched the sheet tightly. Her nails, thankfully not too long, dug into my shoulder, testing the resistance of my skin. I felt the waves of her in my mouth. I stopped moving, just pressed my lips against her vagina and squeezed her to me as hard as I could. My tongue went inside of her to further savor the moment. A small cry escaped her mouth, as her final shudder traveled from her body into mine.
I finally met her eyes. They were half closed, but I could feel them on me, looking inside of me, reading me like a book.
"You know you're really sweet, don't you?", she asked, a teasing tone in her voice.
I blushed. "I guess that's how they used to make us back home", I answered shyly, accepting the compliment only in part. I flashed my toothy grin, a sure sign of satisfaction.
My head moved back towards the pillows. I sighed and took a deep breath. My own breathing had gotten heavier, and my lungs begged me for a little air. I was really caught in the moment, lost every sense of time. She ran her fingers through my hair again. "I wish you wore it longer", she said. We kissed softly this time, playfully, stopping then starting again.
And then it hit me. A wild sense of excitement, with just a touch of panic mixed in. I knew what would happen next. She slowly kissed my cheeks and chin, feeling her own scent on me. Then she started her journey south. My heart pace picked up. My body was burning. Could I last a while, or would I explode instantly? God knows I was near there.
When her mouth reached my chest, she paused. It was torture; was it to remind me of my own pause? Her devilish grin gave me the answer. I surrendered to her. She was in control now. I was lying face up watching her travel down my body. I tried to focus. No easy task. I was in a purple haze.
Her hand cupped my balls. "Gently", I pleaded, as they are very sensitive. Her other hand didn't touch my cock until her lips were within breathing distance. Her tongue made a circle around the head, then down its length- but only once. She then took me in her mouth. Just the head at first, her lips pressing softly. Then she took me all the way in. I thought I would go off right there and then, but somehow managed not to.
She repeated this again and again, each time making it more difficult for me to hold back. Up and down her mouth went, her one hand seconding that motion- her other hand caressing my butt.
I knew I wasn't too far off. But just I was about to finish, she would stop just enough to postpone my climax. This went on a couple of times. The pleasure was immense and rising more and more. I saw her head bobbing up and down slowly.
I closed my eyes. I was almost hallucinating. I saw a clearblue, silvery lake. I was getting near it, approaching quickly now. I had the feeling of going into the water, halfway through at first, then being fully submerged and swimming easily underwater...
I came back to reality. My body was tensing, all the nerve endings raw and alive. I toed that old familiar line between tension and relaxation for a fraction of a second. Then I let go.
The first wave was the strongest and the quickest. I had never come with such force. Through half-closed eyes I saw her. She still had me in her mouth, lips tightly around me, eyes momentarily shut. The second wave was longer and fuller, though not quite as forceful. Then the third came, then the fourth, until I lost count. The whole time she held me there, taking it all in, feeling the moment too, steering me through an ocean of ecstasy, swimming along. When she knew there wasn't a drop left, she slowly let me off her mouth. My dick was still hard and she was grinning. She gave it a gentle pull and flicked her tongue on the tip. My heart almost stopped. "Show some mercy", I stuttered, not knowing whether I truly wanted her to follow my plea.
I pulled her face to mine and our lips touched. As my tongue went into her mouth I could taste the remnants of me still there. We kissed for a long time, not saying a word. We looked into each other's eyes, happy, together, knowing what was next.
I smiled again, this time a sense of calm engulfing me, smelling her near me, her hair through my fingers, our noses touching. I could feel her breath on my skin. She let her head rest on my shoulder, her fingers gently scratching my chest. I smiled once more...
Not many words were spoken. None were necessary.
"When you bossa nova, there 's no holding...", I thought, as I prepared myself for what was to follow.
TO BE CONTINUED...
*This is my first posting, so I 'd like to express my deepest gratitude to Sexyeyes375 for her guidance, her warmth and her faith in me.
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smile
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Posted:Sep 4, 2005 2:05 pm
Last Updated:Feb 10, 2012 6:26 pm
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Like some of us, this blog was conceived by accident. Like some of us, it was born somewhat prematurely. Like most of us, it ignores the extent of its life span.
As for the moment I have no texts ready, I will leave you with an apt excerpt from our "Favorite (albeit a bit cheesy) Lyrics" Department:
smile
smile
though your heart is aching
smile
even though it's breaking
when there are clouds
in the sky
you 'll get by
if you smile
through your fear and sorrow
smile
and maybe tomorrow
you 'll see the sun
come shining through
for you
light up your face with gladness
hide every trace of sadness
although a tear
may be ever so near
that's the time
you must keep on trying
smile
what 's the use in crying
you 'll find that life
is still worthwhile
if you just smile...
smile
as sung by Rod Stewart in his great cd "As time goes by- the grear American songbook, vol. II"
Thank you for stopping by,
Toothysmile.
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