Him 2
7/8/2007 at 7:42 PM
My head on his chest, he breaths in
His hand on my hip, my skin boils.
Breathing in his smell, I fell safe.
He shifts under me, I settle into him.
He plays with my shirt, I doze off.
With my hand on his chest, the movie ends.
Holding me gently, he gazes at me.
Asleep, he kisses my head.
I wake, blanket over me.
In his arms I lay, cushions cradling us.
I look at him, fast sleep.
I kiss him lightly, he stirs.
Grinning into my hair, the world blurs
Pulling me closer, my back to his chest
Legs intertwined, he breaths me in
Brushing my hair off my neck, feels nice
Leaving tingles, his skin brushes mine.
Kissing me on my neck forever warms me
Below my jaw and ear his lips meet my skin
I grin, turning over
Over me he stays gazing down at me
Beaming, he leans down.
Electricity meets my stomach, he kisses me.
Hand on his shoulder, pressure builds
The small of my back, his hand presses
Drawing me closer the moment envelops us.
We part.
The first, the beginning, the most passionate
Light floods back into view, colors more vibrant.
The air buzzing
Stomach twisting, he looks at me
Hand on my side, hand on his shoulder
I sit up the ecstasy bubbles inside me
Across from me he sits.
Shock, joy, wonder, swirling around me
Smiling at me, he leans towards me
Leaning in, our lips meet.
Hand on my neck, hand on his chest
His hand on my hip, my skin boils.
Breathing in his smell, I fell safe.
He shifts under me, I settle into him.
He plays with my shirt, I doze off.
With my hand on his chest, the movie ends.
Holding me gently, he gazes at me.
Asleep, he kisses my head.
I wake, blanket over me.
In his arms I lay, cushions cradling us.
I look at him, fast sleep.
I kiss him lightly, he stirs.
Grinning into my hair, the world blurs
Pulling me closer, my back to his chest
Legs intertwined, he breaths me in
Brushing my hair off my neck, feels nice
Leaving tingles, his skin brushes mine.
Kissing me on my neck forever warms me
Below my jaw and ear his lips meet my skin
I grin, turning over
Over me he stays gazing down at me
Beaming, he leans down.
Electricity meets my stomach, he kisses me.
Hand on his shoulder, pressure builds
The small of my back, his hand presses
Drawing me closer the moment envelops us.
We part.
The first, the beginning, the most passionate
Light floods back into view, colors more vibrant.
The air buzzing
Stomach twisting, he looks at me
Hand on my side, hand on his shoulder
I sit up the ecstasy bubbles inside me
Across from me he sits.
Shock, joy, wonder, swirling around me
Smiling at me, he leans towards me
Leaning in, our lips meet.
Hand on my neck, hand on his chest
Him
6/24/2007 at 3:24 PM
Sitting on the couch I watch a movie.
My head on his chest, he breaths in.
His hand on my hip, I feel sexy.
Breathing in his smell, I fell safe.
He shifts under me, I settle in.
Him playing with my shirt hem, I start to doze off.
With my hand on his chest, the movie ends.
Me asleep, he kisses my head.
I start to wake, blanket over me.
I look at him, fast sleep.
I kiss him lightly, he stirs.
Comfy agents him we sit there, breathing each other in.
Savannah Brown
My head on his chest, he breaths in.
His hand on my hip, I feel sexy.
Breathing in his smell, I fell safe.
He shifts under me, I settle in.
Him playing with my shirt hem, I start to doze off.
With my hand on his chest, the movie ends.
Me asleep, he kisses my head.
I start to wake, blanket over me.
I look at him, fast sleep.
I kiss him lightly, he stirs.
Comfy agents him we sit there, breathing each other in.
Savannah Brown
Flaw
4/3/2007 at 3:42 PM
“The more things change the more they stay the same,” I’m not sure who was the first person who said that, probably Shakespeare or may Stanlg but at the moment it’s the sentence which best explains my tragic flaw, my inability to change.
I don’t think I am alone in this. The more I get to know other people the more relies that it is kind of everyone’s flaw.
Staying exactly the same for as long as possible, standing perfectly still, it feels better some how and if you are suffering at lest the pain is formalizer. Because if you took that leap of faith, went outside the box, did something unexpected, who knows what other pain there might be waiting out there, chances are that it could be even worse.
So you maintain the status quoi, choose the road already traveled and it doesn’t seem that bad, not as far a flaws go. You’re not a drug addict, your not killing any one, except your self may a little
When you finally do change I don’t think I happens like an earth quake or an explosion or like all the sudden were like this other person. I think it is smaller then that. The kind of thing that most people wouldn’t even notice unless you look really, really close, which thank god they never do!
But you notice it. Inside you that change feel like a world of difference and you hop that it is and this is the person get to be forever, that you will never have to change ever agene.
I don’t think I am alone in this. The more I get to know other people the more relies that it is kind of everyone’s flaw.
Staying exactly the same for as long as possible, standing perfectly still, it feels better some how and if you are suffering at lest the pain is formalizer. Because if you took that leap of faith, went outside the box, did something unexpected, who knows what other pain there might be waiting out there, chances are that it could be even worse.
So you maintain the status quoi, choose the road already traveled and it doesn’t seem that bad, not as far a flaws go. You’re not a drug addict, your not killing any one, except your self may a little
When you finally do change I don’t think I happens like an earth quake or an explosion or like all the sudden were like this other person. I think it is smaller then that. The kind of thing that most people wouldn’t even notice unless you look really, really close, which thank god they never do!
But you notice it. Inside you that change feel like a world of difference and you hop that it is and this is the person get to be forever, that you will never have to change ever agene.
