The Death Of A Broken Down

He stood, lifting me. I closed my eyes, trusting him to protect me the way he had since we first met. The day he asked me to be his, he proved how much he cares about me. Every day since then, he has done nothing but protect. He knows how weak and frail I am. I know he would never use it against me.

His kiss finds freedom, his reservations are slashed at the throat, and his morals buried. I know now that he’s always wanted me. This kiss tells me so. In the way he lets it all unleash. In the way he holds me tight to him, as if he’s afraid I might slip through his fingers. In the way his heart pounds against my bosom. He’s been starved for me. All this time.

Bodies collided against each other. His hands trailed up my torso lingering on the ridges of my ribs. Hot kisses were placed against my chest slowly before continuing up my neck. The temperature in the room seemed to change, growing molten hot the closer he came to my lips. I twitched in anticipation, sparks were flying all around our bodies. My hands pulled at the smooth sheets beneath me. He was so close to me, so personal. I had barely enough space to breath. His lips finally joined with mine igniting a flame between us. His arms wrapped around me, lifting me without disconnecting our lips. We broke apart briefly before meeting again. The candles around us flickered in the breeze coming from a nearby open window.

He was the most gentle lover, I had ever known, yet, the simplest touch from him, stimulated every fiber of my being; I felt I would go insane if he did not take me soon… When his mouth lowered to my pleasure place, I immediately climaxed and then cried because it was not what I wanted, not yet. He rose and entered me, causing a continuation of my orgasm that seemed to go on forever; I thought I would die from the immense pleasure he was giving me. His eyes watched me; even as he kissed me, he never closed his eyes. Not, until it was time to let loose his juices. Eye to eye, I watched him. I wondered how it felt for him. Did it feel the same? Did it feel better than what I

A Death of One’s Own sheds light onto the controversial issue regarding end of life decisions, providing a few examples of people struggling with these choices. The film tells the stories of three particular individuals, Jim, Kitty, and Ricky, each with a unique end of life situation. Jim suffers from ALS and has specific care requests, 56-year-old Kitty struggles with her uterine cancer and constant pain, and Ricky is a patient dying from severe liver failure who can no longer speak and make decisions on his own. All of these individuals present different, yet similar issues regarding end of their life care. This film describes the importance of advance directives, the arguments surrounding physician assisted suicide, and this prompted me to form my own opinion on preparing my own directives and thoughts on these tough decisions.

I didn’t know if Dale and I were out on a date or just spending time with each other. opening doors, holding out my chair, me snatching him back before he walks into a light pole, in front of a moving car, or trip over the sidewalk all because he kept looking at me. I didn’t know if I was flattered (highly) or frighten (highly as well). When hours or days go by and with me only remembering him opening his car door on a bright sunny day as I was getting into and… Dale opens the car door for me at night to getting out, what girl wouldn’t be a bit spooked. I knew I was in love with Dale and not just because of his good looks, had blinding smile, or his lips kissing me felt… Let’s leave the turning my legs to soft dough out of this conversation. What girl wouldn’t fall to pieces the way he lifts my leg. However, but something just didn’t feel… right. Tonight we were having dinner at his house and then to the movies.

I was in a place I was not familiar with, however, I would soon fall in love with. When I stepped off the giant steel contraption, I was greeted with a hot summer’s air. We then got into an old rusty van with the stench of cigarettes. Two hours later we finally reached our destination. Our destination was no resort on an island. Our destination was a small village out in seclusion. We walked around the village meeting the natives. As we was walking, I looked over my shoulder and saw a young lady. I glanced at her feet and noticed the red dirt overtaking the color of her skin. My preacher and I went over to her mud hut and told her about Jesus Christ. As my preacher was speaking, a little girl peaked her head out from her momma’s tattered skirt. I motioned her to approach me and handed her some candy. Her little smooth hands snatched the candy from mine. I welcomed her with a big grin and she returned with the same. Just to see one little girl smile made my entire

Dylan, you are my everything. My every single thought. There isn't a second that goes by and I'm not thinking of you. You are the oxygen I need to breathe. Without you, I don't know how I would survive. I need you to survive. Your ever so gentle hands are yet, so strong and make me feel so protected when I'm with you. When you wrap your arms around me, I feel safe. The feel of your soft lips again my skin relaxes me. When I'm with you, I just have this feeling that no one else gives me. When we're together, it's like wee the only two people in the world. You somehow make it so I feel like I'm the most important girl in the world, as if, I'm the only girl in the world. You make me feel like no one else can. Maybe some would say it's just lust, but I know for a

I wanted to thank him for being there, but my heart was damaged, with no space for gratitude. My lips were slightly cracked, my fingers were worn down from the constantly holding onto his apparel. Abruptly I lifted my face to his, speaking to him the only way I knew how. My lips intermingled with his, he didn't move, even I was unwelcome there. Impossible stillness. For a moment there was a suspended second of nothingness before colliding again. I didn't care if he didn't want me the I wanted him, I needed to feel the sensations I had felt with him before. I only cared about myself, how everything would affect me, but I let myself fall back on his lips. He was uncertain as I guided his fingers to the lining of my face. His stubble scratched at my skin gently, unraveling my itch for him. His faithless lips responded to mine. He staggers foward, pulling me closer, placing me on his lap. My mouth opened in slight shock, but it is greeted with his lips again. I safely lean my back against the steering wheel, cautious not to sound the alarm. He kissed me until the space between his lips drew out the blue in my blood. With a slight tug, I easily came tumbling down onto him, warm sugar huddled at his fingertips. My precious bag had fell to the floor, but I didn't care enough to notice. His body was pressed against me, firmer than I had imagined, which frightened and excited me. One of his hands stroked my upper thigh, my body

The word euthanasia comes from the Greek words “eu” which means well and “thanatos” which is derived from death. Euthanasia literally means a “good death” (Davis F.A., 2013, p. 858-859). A good death is different to each person but usually constitutes having friends and family close, dying somewhere familiar, and dying in a comfortable manner with no pain. Voluntary stopping of eating and drinking is beneficial to the terminally ill patient in this way because it helps the family and the patient experience personal closure and it assists with a peaceful end to life. People also view it as an ethically appropriate decision (less controversial) to forgo an unwanted life prolonging measure than active euthanasia. The terminally ill using VSED are in control of their decision until the very end. They can choose at any time to opt out and begin eating/ drinking again. Patient’s die in a very dignified manner of their own accord instead of when their disease tells they should “go” which parallels their want for autonomy in making that choice. VSED is a more humane and dignified way to abide by the wishes of patients who wish to hasten their own death.

I did not intend to fall in love with Ed Kennedy. For so long I knew that I was falling, and for so long I denied it. I did not want to get hurt again. He was my best friend and that wasn’t something that I wanted to tarnish. I refused to let love get in the way. Love, with its tender arms and beautiful face, can so, so brutal. Like a sledgehammer that rushes up and down my spine, crashes into my skull and vibrates deep inside my brain. Despite my reservations and my hesitations, Ed loved me, he pitied me, and I could see that he did. There was a wash of absence over him, like nostalgia for a future in which he was already living. He was there for me when concrete filled my soul, and held my hand when I could no longer tread the quicksand.

Firelight I’d give anything to see you again; Those dark eyes that see straight to my heart; Lips i have kissed while strolling in the rain. It’s been too long since we’ve together; Strong arms holding me with chiseled muscles. You’re here and i’m there,making it all better. Are lovers ever without their struggles?

I feel seasick when he departs, worse when there’s a large lapse between speaking. Five years of friendship and I still worship him like a god, my bright and shining alter. I sound like such a madwoman, don’t I? Being a creative creature, and labeling him as my “muse” seems like a good excuse as any, right? I want nothing more than the minutes and moments he’ll give me. What do I truly desire from him? Oh nothing….except to not lose him. I’d wither away if that happens. There’s a part of him that’s lodged its way inside flesh, its presence a permanent fixture because I can’t stomach to cut it out at this point.

Termination of a life is a very disputable issue that one could stimulate an enormous amount of emotions on both sides of the fence. Many that are against women having an abortion would call it murder, and condemn the woman for playing God. The fact of someone taking life in their own hands, of judging who lives and who dies is unacceptable is one side of the disagreement. The other side is the pregnancy dangerous for the mother or the child to come to full term, this constitutes a medical emergency for a decision to abort the child. When the laws give options to whether or not to have a child only makes it easy for the person to make a choice of aborting a pregnancy as a form of birth control. In fact, the outcome of this act could lead to physical and emotional strain on the well-being of the women.

She thought his scars were some of the sexiest things about him. He looked around the woods and stepped into the sun. His skin reflected the rays across the lake. He caught site of her and she could feel the waves of lust and love emanating from him. She raced alone the edge of the lake towards him. Their lust and love mixing together. Her body tingled with excitement of things to come. She could smell his arousal emanating from him. She could no longer take it. She bolted towards him. He watched her run along the edge of the lake. Her emotions building with his.