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Month: February 2011

Rain Rain Go Away…..

Intercloud lightnings over Toulouse (France). ...Image via Wikipedia
Thunder Scares me
Lightning too
All I want to be
Is curled up beside you

Waking up to the roar of thunder and flash of lightning, I’m suddenly reminded of the scene from “The Sound of Music” where Maria sings and dances with the children about “My Favourite things” and not feeling “So Bad”. Well, Maria was a nun.  What works for me on rainy days is a special someone to curl up next to, preferably under a warm blanket on the couch with a good black and white movie running on the telly.  I don’t care what Maria says, Lil’ Miz Daixy insists “Nothing beats having someone warm to hold you when it’s raining cats and dogs.’ and “besides, my curtains need a wash and aren’t so good for rubbing my face in”.  Cary Grant in “Arsenic and Old Lace” does it for me every time.
Being alone on this cold dreary night and wanting something to distract me, I’ve chosen to make myself hungry by watching video tutorials on the art of sushi. It sure beats staring at the lightning flashing at my window and jumping every time the thunder rolls.

It’s been a while since I played with food and now I must find myself a bamboo mat and wasabi, and someone to take me on a date to a good sushi restaurant 😉

Once I’m done rummaging through the fridge, I’m gonna find me a good book; another thing Maria didn’t consider (music freak) lol.
What do you do on stormy nights? Love or hate them? And if you like old movies, what are your favourites?


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Swiss ChocolatesImage via Wikipedia


Stolen Kisses
Beneath a moonlit gaze
Tender Caresses
Effecting a stuporous daze
Heated words
Carelessly whispered in an ear
Of passion and promised love
A body’d desire to hear
Secret Letters
That bare the soul
Gifts; of food and trinkets
Intended to show
What’s written in bold
Across the heart
“I love you”
“I’ll never depart”
Ah, The Lovers’ delight
In Wanton Abandon
Setting  hearts afire
Since Time’s creation
And always the poet
Agent of articulation,
Stands ready to fan the flames
With generous application
Of vivid colours and sounds
Tastes and Textures
Intoxicating aromas that abound
It’s no wonder man submits
Without much restraint
To Sweet Temptation
Like the canvas to the paint
Depicting a perfect picture
Of Love’s unconstraint
Just cuz I hate this day don’t mean I should be a spoilsport for the rest of you 🙂