Always breathing life into words....: What my lips won't say...but my mind speaks volume...

Always breathing life into words....: What my lips won't say...but my mind speaks volume...: "I want more of you then my lips will ever tellI want to explore your inner emotion till I find every answer to the questions this world won..."

What my lips won't say...but my mind speaks volume..

I want more of you then my lips will ever tell

I want to explore your inner emotion till I find

every answer to the questions this world won’t tell  

Let my hands glide along the motions of your body
till my actions will have your heart skipping beats

because my love goes deep…
I loved
going through the rumble of thunder until I reach your calm sea's
I'ma give you a glimpse of our love scenes.
but remember babe, patience is my pain..
And I've been digesting stained memories of us,
on tables, and stairs... wondering if those four walls
could talk....cause this calligraphy of love making
was beyond us, beyond just lust.
With a hunger that had it's own imperfections
as essence spilled over linens
and words formed sentence's, that was bigger then us.
Bigger then what it was supposed to have been....
maybe one night or two...to relinquish silent flames of
desire.. as we played on the strings of each other's instrument
Neither of us knew it played beautiful music... Maybe then
it would be easier for me to tell you.... How much I still love you.

SweetNess
9/8/10

Always breathing life into words....: Graduating from the dance floor.

Always breathing life into words....: Graduating from the dance floor.: "At what age is it that you officially throw your cap in the air and get the invisible hand shake saying “congratulations”, you’ve graduated ..."

Graduating from the dance floor.

At what age is it that you officially throw your cap in the air and get the invisible hand shake saying “congratulations”, you’ve graduated from the late night, feet so sore you can’t wear any closed toe shoes for the next two days, because you’ve sacrificed comfort for cuteness, stage. Now don’t get me wrong shaking a leg every now and then could be good for many reasons for example, dancing is some people’s therapy, it’s how they cope with the demands of society .Night life use to be full of adventure, a thrill that was determined to meet its master at our youthful days. Now the best thrill is when we get home to take off our shoes and lay in our bed and chuckle over great memories. So, has the thrill completely diminished or have we realized we really don’t give a damn how ridiculous we look with our cap and gown on the dance floor?

SweetNess

9/5/10

Always breathing life into words....: Is it time to listen to your body?

Always breathing life into words....: Is it time to listen to your body?: "It amazes me when our body starts showing sign’s of “Hey you something’s not right here”, but we keep trucking. Why? Because we’re in a worl..."

Is it time to listen to your body?

It amazes me when our body starts showing sign’s of “Hey you something’s not right here”, but we keep trucking. Why? Because we’re in a world of “I must”. “I must” work, cook, clean, repair, mend, transport, organize, take out trash and leap from signal story building with our capes flowing through the wind, all of this with a disgruntle smile on our face in the same day.  We as American’s seem to think we function with a “Bionic” gene. However it’s at that point when our body start’s working in overdrive to keep up with our minds demands, we tend to realize our bodies were designed to be taken care of and not forgotten, that it still need’s some “TLC” every now and then. The oddly but strange consequence of this is we start to feel as if all our bodily organs start working backwards instead of forward…and that’s when you notice you've left that trail of Kleenex’s from your living room to your bedroom and you start to wonder “Am I getting sick”. Just like you have mandatory breaks in the work force; mandate your mind to take a break, just long enough for your body to catch up.

09/3/10

Peace, Love and Happiness.

SweetNess.  

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It started with this infatuation,

Creating small ripples in this quit

ocean of our lives that soon turned

Into tidal waves of uncontrollable

Emotions.

It was like I was unprepared and yes fully prepared for the

Reality of my consequence the force

of the blow that was inevitable. I was

taking off my armor when I was in the middle of

her battle- the battle for her love.

I was looking for this enemy as though

It had take human form

But It was hidden deep inside of me

Wanting to blame her for emotions,

that are unstable like water.

My wall she had broken down all along

I’m handing her a chisel.

Erogenous notions outlined

in my mind of eating her out

The wetness of her pussy explodes in my

Mouth, I shiver at all the flavors as if its

assaulting me, I accept it willingly.

Surviving in her ocean breathing with out

Scuba gear through her erotic motions I find air.

As far as my tongue can reach

I leave my signature’

T. A. N.Y.A was here,

Contributing 110%.


SweetNess