

alone in the darkhere i stand holding you tight in my arms, i look deep into your eyes and see my thoughts reflected; my palms quake against your back, i clasp them tight and take a deep breath; we stand alone in our own world, time slips by like a stream; i take the plunge and lean in close, you turn your face and let me into your heart; my nerves quake my hands and heart, im so nervous that i stop mid way through and smile.... i smile at your heartbeat, quick and light, it betrays your solid stature; you lean closer to me as i move closer in turn, we are almost one; alalone in the dark


In the Rain...i hug you close against the cold, the hush of rain how loud it seems, the world around us appears so dark; the darkest day that ever was, when we kiss there is a spark, it lights a region of my soul, of which i did not know; that spark begins to grow, heating our hearts, against the cold; we move even closer, im so close i can hear your thoughts; our bodies once separate, now are oneIn the Rain...


prelude to a kiss...i feel your heart against my hands, strong and constant against my own; my palms begin to shake, my heart starts to race, ive forgotten what to do, till i look into your eyes and see, that you are thinking of the same things as meprelude to a kiss...


imagine this...together we lay on the floor, in your bedroom behind closed doors, my breath hot against your hair, breathing deep you lock my eyes, the air rings of a thousand sighs, its as if the world isnt there; your blue eyes hold onto me, you dont blink and smile coyly, your tense pale body glows in the light, ever slowly we move closer, our hands clasping even tighter, so still are we, our thoughts so bright, together we lay all through the nightimagine this...


to map sunrises...one day I will tell my daughter to touch herself before she ever lets a man do it for her, to learn her body-secrets and the shape of pleasure. I will tell her that San Francisco always keeps your heart. that her skin is a blank canvas, that hair grows, the value of the right kind of disrespect. that the older we get, the more we need the people who knew us when we were young. I will tell my daughterto map sunrises...
to give away the secrets that keep her up at night,
and that there is never a wrong time to love someone, but sometimes a wrong way. I will teach my daughter to travel with


photographs of us.one.photographs of us.
the first thing i noticed about you was your smile. it pulled me in, and i was a fool for not resisting.
i guess you could say i loved your smile more than i loved you.
two.
we watched a thunderstorm from your porch, leaves and rain falling down, wind howling, thunder roaring.
you said the flashes of lightning were beautiful, and you watched them with your eyes closed.
but i couldn't bring myself to close my eyes, not even for a second.
i was too busy staring at you.
three.
we were standing on a bridge, watch
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i'm only slightly chilly...
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i'm only slightly chilly...
whats wrong ?
supp.
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i'm only slightly chilly...
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i'm only slightly chilly...
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!.Everyone has problems.!
{ Youre not a failure-- you never were. }
/Youre right where you wanted to be.\
_Others expect/demand things-- theyre just worried_
(They want you to be happy.)
-->You are loved. In some way, shape or form.<--
[[Remember that.]]
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