May 2011
8 posts
I..
damn.
I am feeling lonesome today. Got some info that has me upsets today. Things will be fine.. but. :(
dust
I feel detached from my self. My sleep schedule is so beyond fixing that I gave up on it long ago. Some nights I get far too little, some I feel like I get too much. I can’t seem to force myself into bed any earlier then 11 pm or out any later then 6 am. It’s not enough sleep. Not enough to comfort my weary brain. Spinning and whilring and full up of regrets.
I wish I...
I am not..
A creep. Or a loser. I’m just lonely. I get carried away so easily flirting and smiling and watching reactions.
And I feel..
disgust with myself today. My panties still sopping, my toes stil curled. For.. wanting. desiring. enjoying the company of…
someone I should KNOW better then to flirt outrageously with.
Fuck. I need to focus. Need to find a way to dial down these hormones...
SO! what did we learn?
Today … that once again I am a creep. A total weirdo. A perv extrodinare. But.. I have a light.
I want to share it.
Will you hold my candle?
Will you let me burn?
Will you be my moth?
or shall I be yours?
drawn closer and closer to that which can and will
…
destroy
has
destroyed before.
So self destructive. I’m my own dynamite. Burning at both ends, but especially when...
oooh yum
To strip. To lay bare. To remove, reduce and uncover. Skin. Delightful skin. I want to bask in it. To smell and taste and caress it. Skin. I want to cover eyes and uncover desires. To remove fear and worry and despair and fill those voids and chasms and spaces with lust and joy and giddy laughing glee.
I want to hear my darlings moan. I want to know I’m responsible for the way their bodies...
dream
I dreamed we’d ended up in the same place. Knew it’d happen eventually.. the way our paths were set. And he was older, but so was I. He’d been there longer and was showing me around. It seemed as if we’d known each other for quite some time. There was this casual comfort in each others physical presence, despite it being obvious it was one of a few face to face meetings....
Joy can't be wrong
It just can’t be bad to feel this good! Is it the spring that has me so sprung? so high strung? So very very ready and raring and willing? I feel heat, on my skin, in his eyes, in the promise of..
..no it’s a tease.
Spring warms to summer. Things will get all hot and moody. Damp and dripping with bounty and growth. The earth spread beneath me pushing straining throbbing with life....
resist
I am resisting the urge to comment on how very good you look. To compare the shape of your lips to mine, wondering how they’d fit. To spend more time, then I already have, deciding if you’d smell clean and sweet or warm and earthy.
I resist the urge to ask about the texture of hair I picture far too often running my fingers through. To ask about the stamina, strength, durability of...
