I can still taste you on my lips, still feel the cool evening breeze caressing my hair, the glitters of my shirt on your face, hands and neck...

      I can still feel the heat on my cheeks when you said we were being watched.... For that moment I felt invincible...There was only you and me and the magic of our kiss ...

     We may never kiss again and we may never talk again like we used to, I will never forget that evening breeze fanning my semi-concealed thighs...

     And the way you put your arms around me and held me like nothing else mattered..... If this is what a kiss should be like, then you were my first kiss...

     I remember when we were so close together, our eyes almost colliding, talking but not paying attention....Your kiss is like a rare type of magic ..

     I know I shouldn't have kissed you back, I shouldn't have encouraged it, But I'm glad I did because it was worth every guilt trip.

     I will have to move on and leave you with her, I may never feel anything thing for you, but the memory of your kiss will be ingrained in my body and in my soul for all time.....

                                               ....And when I'm older, married and with kids

                                               ....I'll sip my tea on a sunny Saturday,

                                               ....Lost in Blissful Yesterdays...

The Reason..

It hurts to be away from you..
To know that I cannot reach you,
To come to terms with the fact that I want to be next to you
And to realize I cant.

Its a feeling I don't want to wish on my worst enemy.
Do you know how worried I was?
So I buried my head and my heart into the next best thing,
And I must say it welcomed me with open arms...

And I forgot about the pain and the heartache,
And I tried to have a good time again...
Frankly, I don't know If I feel the same way about you.
And I wish that wasn't the case...

You don't fall in love with someone and shut the person out,
You don't claim you love someone and not give her the chance to love you back.

I have a feeling things will change between us, but I dont want it to.
You should realize that if we are going to be, you have to let me be me.
I'm only human and sometimes I need to breathe...
I dont love you like I used to...
But I will fight for the will to

But as of now, there is smoke in the air
And when it clears out, we will always be here.
Together or apart, I cant really say...
But whatever it is will be better that way

The Feeling

I can't help myself,
I stare,
I touch,
in my world, my finger is the brush, your body is the canvas,
I continue to paint,
touching your skin as light as I can, my touch giving you goose pimples, the feeling, making you shiver,
Its a feeling I can't control,
a feeling I don't want to control,
a feeling I don't want to know how to stop,
a feeling I don't want to try to stop,
Its been too long,
so this is what an attraction means,
exactly like magnets,
I'm trying not to follow you,
this is hard,
its hard to hold back,
I want to be next to you,
but I have to let you be you,
it aches,
I curse this feeling,
why can't I have you just the way I want you?
are you not mine?
am I not yours?
then why can't I possess you the way I want to, anytime I want to.
Your skin,
your scent,
you.
Please don't go.

#NP Drink The Night Away - Tyga F/ The Game & Mario

Desire

Gentle touches,

art in mind,

so I treat her body that way,

every stroke is a new color,

every stroke is divine,

everything that has led to this moment I blame on the intoxicating feeling of love and wine,

the full moon shines bright on her sweaty skin exposing the beads slowly dripping down,

I lose track of everything,

nothing is wrong,

nothing is right,

nothing makes sense anymore,

we are animals for the night.

I've tasted everything,

kissed everything,

made everything produce liquid,

and I've licked and sucked it all.

Her head is tilted back,

the constant pressure and throbbing affects her every movement,

the force jolts her,

every stroke,

a light gasp,

the effect is taking her away,

I bring her back, kiss, lick, nibble, eat,

her body is mine and I'm doing what I want with it.

I take myself lower,

slowly reaching her most sensitive region,

my tongue wants to play,

it moves in my mouth begging to embrace and to be embraced,

finally its let out,

and with every twist, lick and suck,

the moans get louder and louder,

I get deeper and deeper

and she eventually begins to scream and beg,

its intoxicating, her screams,

not too loud, not too silent.

The echoes, the darkness and the moonlight plays a part in this our most natural act.

Her hands quiver, desperately searching for something to grab and hold on to,

and she finds my hair,

she pulls burying her nails in my scalp,

but I don't feel anything amazingly,

the only thing I feel is her want for more, and I am determined to fulfill.

Her words, however incoherent seems to make sense to me,

the slight change of tone in every scream, moan, language tells me to never stop,

and I'm enjoying every nano-second of it,

still working my tongue, fingers, hands, everything to make the next stroke twice as special,

twice as pleasurable,

she is wet,

terribly wet,

I didn't stop until she screamed the words that let me know I had opened the flood gates inside her.

I placed my finger one last time and kissed it goodnight.

Till next time

#np Chris Brown's No Bullshit

Scenes

What happens to the poverty stricken mute of a girl who can't read or write, how does she say those three words to him?

What happens to those that walk with us but cannot be seen, those that once lived?

What happens to the boy that was left behind, the boy that is stuck in the past?

What happens to the people that did not witness the rainbow those three nights?

What happens to the kid that sits there staring at fireworks every new year next to the tombstone?

What happens to the woman that can not remember the best day of her life?

What happens to the Priest that constantly hears the screams of the people he misled?

What happens to the kid that takes refuge in the dark, buried in his own guilt and sorrow?

What happens to you when you look deep into your eyes in the mirror?

What happens to the last words you uttered to them?

What happens to the promises they made, that was their last?

What happens to the old man that sits on the park bench alone but is really sitting amongst his demons?
What happens to the person that can see that?

What happens to the fire-fighter that is afraid of the dark?

What happens to the old woman that says the after life is a life of hurt and unrest.

What happens to the kid that witnesses himself commiting suicide?

What happens to me when I imagine someone death and the person looks like me?

What happens? What happens?

Based on my thoughts, experiences and nightmares

#np Drake's The Resistance

Lets Face it, I'm the Blessed one here... :P

When I stare at your Afro, your big beautiful eyes and your large heart....

I cant help but think, I am so lucky to have you...

When I listen to your conversations on matters of the head and of the heart...

I cant help but think, I am so lucky to have you.

I had no idea I would fall for you, but I was completely blown away when you told me you had fallen for me.

It's been so hard to accept that you love me....

So I am still positive that I'm so lucky to have you.

I wont say Im the best there is and I know I dont deserve you.

But I promise you this, from the bottom of my heart.

I will be whatever you need, to the best of my capability

and I will go the extra mile to be your girl

Because you have already given me the key...

To unlock the seemingly hidden

To break all the barriers

To heal the wounds

To mend your heart.....

And to show you how much love you deserve because you are who you are to me....

So quit being an Idiot and Accept the truth...

I am blessed to have you boo...

D.E.E.

I Can't Hear You

So I'm in class, in my little corner, ears plugged, in my own world, something just made me laugh actually.
They are all huddled together, having a class, practicals I suppose and he touched her bare knee and what did he do after that? He glanced at me in the dark (power cut *Kanye Shrug* go figure LOL) and saw the light from my laptop shine on my face from underneath making me look a bit menacing, like how we put the torch light underneath our faces to make us look really scary, when he noticed I was smiling, he knew I had seen what had just happened and then he respected himself.
There's just something about not being able to hear or say shit that makes you see more, I'm usually like that when I'm in an unfamiliar area around such people, some people tag me an "The uncool kid" (pun intended), a snob, a loner, anti-social and shit, but I really don't give a fuck because whatever I do people will still judge me, whether I smoke hash, drink, party, save the world, whatever, this is related to the main point of "Kodak Moment".
So if I'm gonna be judged when I'm alive by people who are not in such a position to and then die and be judged AGAIN?! FUCK IT! I'm gonna do me and do what I want to do when I want to do it, I can say that because I've been raised as a responsible kid and besides being me is the only thing I know how to do, and it so happens to fuel the really great things about me that a few people are beginning to notice and fully appreciate.
As for that dude, its all good, I saw it wasn't intentional.

#np The Cool Kids' Birthdays