...taking a journey through life, attempting to fit all the pieces of this puzzle together...

PLEASE NOTE...this is my personal blog with my personal feelings...


10 August, 2010

I'm hooked...

Lately as he crosses my mind I begin to feel this pressure sensation. It’s like this automatic response in which I can’t control my body. I feel as though I’m at the peak of a climax and it’s simply caused by the thought of him. I feel like I have lost control, like I’ve been stimulated to the point of elation. I find my mind drifting off to thoughts of him and us together. I’m losing control of my body and he’s not even aware. I have thoughts of him in which my body response to him like he's there. With a bite to the bottom lip my leg automatic moves. With a kiss to the shoulder, I am wide open. With a hand slightly touching my neck my back starts to arch, and I become his. My imagination scans the images of us tangled in the heat of passion. I feel his hands caressing all the places that bring me pleasure. I’m stuck between my realities. I can feel him next to me breathing in his nectar. I can feel his hands over every part of my body I’m hooked…

I don’t know what to do with myself…………………

Jill Scott- Crown Royal

“I’m in so deep I’m breathing for you.” Jill Scott

06 August, 2010

Unforgettable

I can feel him in the pit of my stomach. It’s like this constant commotion that never settles down. In most cases I can control it, but right now my mind lingers to thoughts unknown. I can feel his breath on the nap of my neck and the tickle of my hair elevating as goose bumps run down my spine. Right now my imagination has got the best of me; it skips two spaces and goes straight to go. I’ve been here before, a place filled flooding emotions. If desire had a picture I’m sure it would replace Adonis with an image of him. Maybe it’s the pre-game of cat and a mouse that’s makes it so exciting, or the continuous need of the thrill. He is the reason why I blush to myself when I’m caught in my whirlwind of fantasies. He is the reason when I close my eyes that I play a permanent stream of vivid images with us. I can feel him in the small of back. Like a hand ever so gently placed in a puzzle piece. It’s like the sweetest thing Lauryn Hill ever knew. You know like a kiss on the collarbone. I can hear him whispering “right here” in my right ear as I bite my bottom lip anticipating the result. ………enjoying what I know is coming before it gets there. He is the reason why I stare off in space. He’s become this permanent fixture like a panting you can outline in your dreams. Maybe it’s the way he looks at me, it seems like simple recreation to him. I can feel him touching me, tracing like it’s going to be the final of his art class. With each breath I breathe in the essence of him. I can see us interlocked, breathing as one. He is the reason why every time I walk through a department store a stop at the cologne. He is the reason I get gitty like a sixteen year old school girl with a crush. I can feel him in the tip of fingers, always touching him even when he’s not there. He is the reason why I smile and stop in the middle of my tracks. He excites me. He is unforgettable.

Legacies

You are where you are today because you stand on somebodies shoulders. And wherever you are heading, you cannot get there by yourself. If you stand on the shoulders of others, you have a reciprocal responsibility to live your life so that others may stand on your shoulders. It's the quid pro quo of life. We exist temporarily through what we take, but we live forever through what we give"

-- Vernon Jordan