When was the last time
By Anthony Douglas Gere
Can I ask you a question, of course I can, you're reading this and I'm no where near to
hear your reply, at least physically that is. But seriously, when was the last time you
made love? Now I know that came out of left field and may seem a bit forward, personal
and or unjust, but take a step back to maybe go forward and a relaxing moment to really
understand what I'm saying or should I say asking right now. Travel with me for the
sake of whatever since you came this far already. When was the last time you made
love? It’s not a trick question or a riddle, just a simple question, when, why and where
was your mind, body and soul during this moment? Were you with it in full unison, or
absent looking at it, dazed and confused. So once again please, when was the last
time you made love?
Okay, now that we've gotten that out of the way, lets freely go into this theory and surface
from the depths with hopefully a little more than what we started with. Have you ever
read, seen or felt something so strong, that it truly made you smile before you really
understood what in the heck was really going on or just happened to you. Something
that lifted or propelled you to a place that you may have forgotten out of habit or routine,
or maybe never knew or met. And made the bright a little bit brighter, the blue a little
more deeper and the red a little bit richer? Something that displayed the many good
things in life and why we live it, something that portrays the end results from the effort
and the sweat, and gives definition and solutions to the why's and the why nots and
all in between of the transparent but very real spectrum? The feeling of purity, love
and genuine concern for someone or thing beyond the selfish needs we place upon
others and ourselves. A thought that had you sharing your individual beliefs
unconditionally, made you feel loved, wanted, appreciated and made you not want to
reach the other end of that spectrum, because you are knowledgeably aware of its
power, which leads to destruction, a place you don't wanna be. Well if so and
you have felt that bond of pure love, and you have been there and stayed, I
somewhat envy you in the most humbling way, and if not welcome aboard to my
world, where growth is not measured in size, but in spirit and stature for the
everlasting. The price for entering in here is free, but the cost of admission is this.
Answer this question now and then again when you have finished reading, and then
ask someone near and far from you the same. Compare the answers even if they
are the same, as you ask it in ways never spoken how they will be heard. The
question is this, When was the last time you made love?
Now have you ever concentrated on any level, at any one moment, and not worry
or wonder about the next frame of time without regretting missing what was
happening and or passing you by while it is standing in front of you? Was your
mind there or somewhere else? Where was your soul during this transaction,
while your body idly raced to leave where it was destined to be. Did you find that
the things you were searching for and trying to reach obtainable and warranted
from your effort, or were you grasping at the straws that would eventually break
the camels back, and not worth the energy to go or try any further? Did you make
love and conceive the moment for what it is and was, or solely masturbate with
your mentally separated partner as you both ignorantly used each other as a
substitute for what you really both wanted, needed and craved, love? Its a simple
thing to get, more difficult to have and hold, and almost impossible to describe
when you have this feeling. You see words are limited to certain topics and
subjects, and this emotion is limitless and forever growing and unique in its own
regard. Love is like a child produced by two people, with its own DNA,
characteristics and features. Some love is healthy,some not healthy. Some normal
and abnormal, while some is conventional and other types creative to say the least.
Regardless on how it is viewed, it is love, in its purest form, taking on a life of its own
with the help of its participants and providers. So once again I ask the question,
when was the last time you made love?
By Anthony Douglas Gere
Can I ask you a question, of course I can, you're reading this and I'm no where near to
hear your reply, at least physically that is. But seriously, when was the last time you
made love? Now I know that came out of left field and may seem a bit forward, personal
and or unjust, but take a step back to maybe go forward and a relaxing moment to really
understand what I'm saying or should I say asking right now. Travel with me for the
sake of whatever since you came this far already. When was the last time you made
love? It’s not a trick question or a riddle, just a simple question, when, why and where
was your mind, body and soul during this moment? Were you with it in full unison, or
absent looking at it, dazed and confused. So once again please, when was the last
time you made love?
Okay, now that we've gotten that out of the way, lets freely go into this theory and surface
from the depths with hopefully a little more than what we started with. Have you ever
read, seen or felt something so strong, that it truly made you smile before you really
understood what in the heck was really going on or just happened to you. Something
that lifted or propelled you to a place that you may have forgotten out of habit or routine,
or maybe never knew or met. And made the bright a little bit brighter, the blue a little
more deeper and the red a little bit richer? Something that displayed the many good
things in life and why we live it, something that portrays the end results from the effort
and the sweat, and gives definition and solutions to the why's and the why nots and
all in between of the transparent but very real spectrum? The feeling of purity, love
and genuine concern for someone or thing beyond the selfish needs we place upon
others and ourselves. A thought that had you sharing your individual beliefs
unconditionally, made you feel loved, wanted, appreciated and made you not want to
reach the other end of that spectrum, because you are knowledgeably aware of its
power, which leads to destruction, a place you don't wanna be. Well if so and
you have felt that bond of pure love, and you have been there and stayed, I
somewhat envy you in the most humbling way, and if not welcome aboard to my
world, where growth is not measured in size, but in spirit and stature for the
everlasting. The price for entering in here is free, but the cost of admission is this.
Answer this question now and then again when you have finished reading, and then
ask someone near and far from you the same. Compare the answers even if they
are the same, as you ask it in ways never spoken how they will be heard. The
question is this, When was the last time you made love?
Now have you ever concentrated on any level, at any one moment, and not worry
or wonder about the next frame of time without regretting missing what was
happening and or passing you by while it is standing in front of you? Was your
mind there or somewhere else? Where was your soul during this transaction,
while your body idly raced to leave where it was destined to be. Did you find that
the things you were searching for and trying to reach obtainable and warranted
from your effort, or were you grasping at the straws that would eventually break
the camels back, and not worth the energy to go or try any further? Did you make
love and conceive the moment for what it is and was, or solely masturbate with
your mentally separated partner as you both ignorantly used each other as a
substitute for what you really both wanted, needed and craved, love? Its a simple
thing to get, more difficult to have and hold, and almost impossible to describe
when you have this feeling. You see words are limited to certain topics and
subjects, and this emotion is limitless and forever growing and unique in its own
regard. Love is like a child produced by two people, with its own DNA,
characteristics and features. Some love is healthy,some not healthy. Some normal
and abnormal, while some is conventional and other types creative to say the least.
Regardless on how it is viewed, it is love, in its purest form, taking on a life of its own
with the help of its participants and providers. So once again I ask the question,
when was the last time you made love?
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When Was the Last Time
By Anthony Douglas Gere
Can I ask you a question, of course I can, you're reading this and I'm no where near to
hear your reply, at least physically that is. But seriously, when was the last time you
made love? Now I know that came out of left field and may seem a bit forward, personal
and or unjust, but take a step back to maybe go forward and a relaxing moment to really
understand what I'm saying or should I say asking right now. Travel with me for the
sake of whatever since you came this far already. When was the last time you made
love? It’s not a trick question or a riddle, just a simple question, when, why and where
was your mind, body and soul during this moment? Were you with it in full unison, or
absent looking at it, dazed and confused. So once again please, when was the last
time you made love?
Okay, now that we've gotten that out of the way, lets freely go into this theory and surface
from the depths with hopefully a little more than what we started with. Have you ever
read, seen or felt something so strong, that it truly made you smile before you really
understood what in the heck was really going on or just happened to you. Something
that lifted or propelled you to a place that you may have forgotten out of habit or routine,
or maybe never knew or met. And made the bright a little bit brighter, the blue a little
more deeper and the red a little bit richer? Something that displayed the many good
things in life and why we live it, something that portrays the end results from the effort
and the sweat, and gives definition and solutions to the why's and the why nots and all
in between of the transparent but very real spectrum? The feeling of purity, love and
genuine concern for someone or thing beyond the selfish needs we place upon
others and ourselves. A thought that had you sharing your individual beliefs
unconditionally, made you feel loved, wanted, appreciated and made you not want to
reach the other end of that spectrum, because you are knowledgeably aware of its
power, which leads to destruction, a place you don't wanna be. Well if so and
you have felt that bond of pure love, and you have been there and stayed, I
somewhat envy you in the most humbling way, and if not welcome aboard to my
world, where growth is not measured in size, but in spirit and stature for the
everlasting. The price for entering in here is free, but the cost of admission is this.
Answer this question now and then again when you have finished reading, and then
ask someone near and far from you the same. Compare the answers even if they
are the same, as you ask it in ways never spoken how they will be heard. The
question is this, When was the last time you made love?
Now have you ever concentrated on any level, at any one moment, and not worry or
wonder about the next frame of time without regretting missing what was
happening and or passing you by while it is standing in front of you? Was your
mind there or somewhere else? Where was your soul during this transaction,
while your body idly raced to leave where it was destined to be. Did you find that
the things you were searching for and trying to reach obtainable and warranted
from your effort, or were you grasping at the straws that would eventually break
the camels back, and not worth the energy to go or try any further? Did you make
love and conceive the moment for what it is and was, or solely masturbate with
your mentally separated partner as you both ignorantly used each other as a
substitute for what you really both wanted, needed and craved, love? Its a simple
thing to get, more difficult to have and hold, and almost impossible to describe
when you have this feeling. You see words are limited to certain topics and
subjects, and this emotion is limitless and forever growing and unique in its own
regard. Love is like a child produced by two people, with its own DNA,
characteristics and features. Some love is healthy,some not healthy. Some normal
and abnormal, while some is conventional and other types creative to say the least.
Regardless on how it is viewed, it is love, in its purest form, taking on a life of its own
with the help of its participants and providers. So once again I ask the question,
when was the last time you made love?
By Anthony Douglas Gere
Can I ask you a question, of course I can, you're reading this and I'm no where near to
hear your reply, at least physically that is. But seriously, when was the last time you
made love? Now I know that came out of left field and may seem a bit forward, personal
and or unjust, but take a step back to maybe go forward and a relaxing moment to really
understand what I'm saying or should I say asking right now. Travel with me for the
sake of whatever since you came this far already. When was the last time you made
love? It’s not a trick question or a riddle, just a simple question, when, why and where
was your mind, body and soul during this moment? Were you with it in full unison, or
absent looking at it, dazed and confused. So once again please, when was the last
time you made love?
Okay, now that we've gotten that out of the way, lets freely go into this theory and surface
from the depths with hopefully a little more than what we started with. Have you ever
read, seen or felt something so strong, that it truly made you smile before you really
understood what in the heck was really going on or just happened to you. Something
that lifted or propelled you to a place that you may have forgotten out of habit or routine,
or maybe never knew or met. And made the bright a little bit brighter, the blue a little
more deeper and the red a little bit richer? Something that displayed the many good
things in life and why we live it, something that portrays the end results from the effort
and the sweat, and gives definition and solutions to the why's and the why nots and all
in between of the transparent but very real spectrum? The feeling of purity, love and
genuine concern for someone or thing beyond the selfish needs we place upon
others and ourselves. A thought that had you sharing your individual beliefs
unconditionally, made you feel loved, wanted, appreciated and made you not want to
reach the other end of that spectrum, because you are knowledgeably aware of its
power, which leads to destruction, a place you don't wanna be. Well if so and
you have felt that bond of pure love, and you have been there and stayed, I
somewhat envy you in the most humbling way, and if not welcome aboard to my
world, where growth is not measured in size, but in spirit and stature for the
everlasting. The price for entering in here is free, but the cost of admission is this.
Answer this question now and then again when you have finished reading, and then
ask someone near and far from you the same. Compare the answers even if they
are the same, as you ask it in ways never spoken how they will be heard. The
question is this, When was the last time you made love?
Now have you ever concentrated on any level, at any one moment, and not worry or
wonder about the next frame of time without regretting missing what was
happening and or passing you by while it is standing in front of you? Was your
mind there or somewhere else? Where was your soul during this transaction,
while your body idly raced to leave where it was destined to be. Did you find that
the things you were searching for and trying to reach obtainable and warranted
from your effort, or were you grasping at the straws that would eventually break
the camels back, and not worth the energy to go or try any further? Did you make
love and conceive the moment for what it is and was, or solely masturbate with
your mentally separated partner as you both ignorantly used each other as a
substitute for what you really both wanted, needed and craved, love? Its a simple
thing to get, more difficult to have and hold, and almost impossible to describe
when you have this feeling. You see words are limited to certain topics and
subjects, and this emotion is limitless and forever growing and unique in its own
regard. Love is like a child produced by two people, with its own DNA,
characteristics and features. Some love is healthy,some not healthy. Some normal
and abnormal, while some is conventional and other types creative to say the least.
Regardless on how it is viewed, it is love, in its purest form, taking on a life of its own
with the help of its participants and providers. So once again I ask the question,
when was the last time you made love?