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Remember That Time?
remember that time when your lips like a paintbrush touched mine...suprise! now we'll never be the same. but then it becomes so dark and why not keep our bodies warm against eachother? And that paintbrush kiss turns to sucking your tongue and humping mouths of split- how many minutes will we be satisfied with this level of pleasure? because your hand is so sly and so are my eyes as they open to see yours closed- peacefully concentrated on imagining my body as that hand keeps sliding further from my heart and closer to whatever that God-forsaken thing is that makes it beat so fast. But label me hypocrite because i'm subtley touching earlobes and hipbones and the more we roll around the dizzier i get and the less i notice that we are two seperate bodies..
okay...
settle down...
we get away from eachother...breath...think...let your body get used to being cold again. nope...doesn't last long because you grab my hair and my hand slides across your shoulder blades. we'll discuss the stupididy of this later as we listen to worship music to make our consciences feel better...chaotic mind- stop- rewind. Red eyes, don't miss me too much, this time flys as our hands clutch- afriad the other will run and we'll stop having so much fun. And your friend alcohal might make you go AWOL and my thoughts always make love to lined paper as words turn vapor before reaching you- but my brain waves for you make as much sense as this poem- you may decifer on cue. I'll give you a clue...i'm confused too. It seems too simple when two wreckless people commit at a steeple...my cursive is messy...and i get pissed off easily...and i hate when you're tipsy...and when you ignore me...yeah, i'm pissed easy. It hurts like hell to see myself in you. I don't want to be your medison, baby. I want to be your fire. Because the perfect angle for a kiss didn't need to be planned. And it's PG movies like this that the L-word should be banned...because i don't want a phantom Romeo who chooses when to COME and GO...
very sweet and heart touching wok in a storical way... sweweet story, sweet idea, sweet way written and of course all these sweet things come up from my sweet friend isabella, who deserve to be appreciated for her talent..and hard work and good job.. miss your words.. i sent you email too.. read and reply ..necessary...