November 10, 2010
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A Love Letter To Native American Women
Dear Native American Women,
I’ve always longed to see the autumn sunrays, embracing your rich honey complexion. It melts into your cherry-blushed cheeks like the soft caresses of a perfectly crafted feather. Your enchanting rhythm of kneading in radiance is an arrow of affection, striking at my heart from a distant afar.
Tracing upon the plains and valleys of the great frontier of your reserved landscape, I realize there’s nothing more delightful than a lone wildflower, accentuated in the open country of lush green pastures. Its fragrance infuses the air with a swift gust of wind as the rush reveals the natural flow of your stallion’s mane. I watch on as you continue your dances in the rain, amid the mystical melodies of the forest that capture my every dream.
This fall is a journey of canoeing through the clearest of waters; a pathway towards romance in a constant stream of love. The mist floating about its purity is your spirit that encompasses mine. As your graceful movements draw near, I feel the fringes of your tunic, grazing upon my skin like the running of fingertips along grasslands far and wide. Sweet flavours of your maple kiss seep into my veins, but in the slightest touch of lips, I find myself being held captive by your tribe.
Passing through the gauntlet of torture, I hope you understand that I’d do anything for you. I’d gamble my life with a basket of potentially poisonous berries and even give away the last piece of buffalo jerky to win your savage heart. Seeing your precious tears, my only wish is to touch them away, gently dabbing them in fear of smearing your exquisitely painted face.
But the torment is finally over, and I’ve impressed your clan mother, especially with the bribe of animal crackers for the great council of mighty shamans. Winning them over, a pow-wow begins in celebration of us, while hearts are opened with a treaty of peace and harmony.
Night songs and stories of otters and wolves; the warming campfire becomes the only separation between our gaze. I feel a little closer to you every time we get high with a smoking puff of peyote, for your smiles and laughter are all that I desire.
Dear Native American Women, though I must bear gifts to purchase our marriage, remember that the token of our love is invaluable. And you might think the only reason I want you is for fear of getting hit by a cactus. You might even think that I’m a spy on a mission to infiltrate your village, but I’m Canadian, baby!
My Aboriginal warrior princess and darling prickly pear, you’re my First woman and medicine of wonder, curing me of all heartaches. You’re the prairie in my heart to cherish for a lifetime, and our pictograph will be a sign of our romance for now and evermore.
Together, I shall erect my totem pole inside your tepee, to cultivate and harvest little babies, and create a tribe of our own.
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba means I love you.
Yours,
Ricky, a.k.a. Squeaking with WheelsRelated:
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Comments (26)
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So did the native Americans resurrect you back to xanga for this post?
Are you back .....wait nevermind I just saw your previous post...
Any more races left to cover?
I shall erect a totem pole inside your tepee.
I have to admit that was really funny.
"Together, I shall erect a totem pole inside your tepee...."
And this, Ricky, is why we love you!
Are you sure you're the same guy who tried to "save my soul" for the Lord Jesus Christ, a few weeks back???
You are a mystery, my dear
-Cellina
I really liked the song you paired with the post.
Ricky you're such a lady's man. LOL. Are you sure you're not secretly a player?
Oh Ricky- how did you know that I was of native blood?
I feel like you spoke directly to me with this one Ricky *swoon*
I thought you where leaving? You made a dramatic exit like 4 months ago. You are like an infection. You keep saying your going to leave but you always come back! >:L(
I am not native american but i am part of the indian people not from india but like i guess i'll call it native mexicans??? idk so do i count?
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@KonFefCount - Alien race. From Nibiru or something.
i love you too ricky
Now that's a good letter.
Excellent.
ba ba ba ba ba...
*snicker*
Okay, Ricky - next up: interplanetary visitors? I'd love to see where you take your inspirations for that one...
I hope you are well hidden and secured. Every time you write one of these letters 40 men sleep on the couch that night. Could it be that you earn your money from kick-backs from divorce attorneys?
Ricky No! She is only after your animal crackers!
Damn bots have invaded xanga.
Not quite a race, but you could profess your love to bots next.
Love letter to little asian man:
I'm going to gouge out your eyeballs and skull fuck you.
Fuck off.
@ShimmerBodyCream - It is slightly hypnotic but would be great for meditation.
Awwww that's really sweet.
@apyus - YER NOT A INJUN WIMMEN, APYUS
good~
You should come back, me and Jacque Dulco was talking about how cool it would be. you got peeps missing you. lol
beautifully written, as always.
Watashee.
Means I love you...or the loved one.
<3 Thank you (:
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