There is quite simply nothing I can say.
May. 18th, 2006 02:56 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dumblemopThere were cute girls at dinner. :)
The one, Amber, redhead, threatened to castrate all the guys at the table with a crab cracker. One of whom was her boyfriend. Some kind of would-be vet. Lost all of five points out of 500 in some horrible bio class.
Another one, Caitlin, math minor and theatre minor. I didn't catch her major though.
Sam was also on the vet track. Cute glasses, cute smile, cute voice.
Plus my suitemates, who spent the whole time instructing Amber and Caitlin on the proper way to eat crabs.
Lauren's playing Prince of Egypt. I need to see that movie again. The music is so beautiful. She's letting me steal the CD. I'm mooching so much music off her it's not funny; I took t.A.T.u., tried to take Switchfoot but her files didn't like me, OK Go, and now Prince of Egypt and Evanescence. Yay.
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That was the entry I was writing before Alison yelled at me to study. Then I went to monkey pajama party, so obviously didn't finish it. And of course I absolutely must do this at 2:45 AM. And of course it was the two freshmen they didn't tell that the monkey and the pajama parts of the party were entirely honorary by this point.
Anyone who hasn't seen Liz dance, needs to. I'm fucking serious here. That Get Low song, I will never think of in the same way again.
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I almost broke right there. Your neck, your shoulders, the curve of your back and your hands on my arm, your body against mine, your hand sweeping the hair behind your ear, your breath and your scent and your open mouth and I wanted you so badly it was breaking me in half not to take you right there. At least when you were dancing you were across the room and I knew that I can't dance.
I want you to tangle your fingers in my hair and kiss me. I want you to throw me against the door and kiss down my...what was the rest of that sentence? I want you to dig your nails into my back. I want you to fuck me until the tears are running down my cheeks and I want to beg you to keep going but I need to tell you to stop because I am utterly spent.
I want to cradle my hand on the curve of your neck and kiss you until your knees get weak and you can't stop the sounds escaping from your throat. I want to pin you to the bed and make you mine. I want you to trust me enough to give yourself to me because I ask. I want to explore every centimeter of your body and find everything that makes you gasp, and then do it all over again because your pleasure map has changed. I want to make your body sing with my fingers and my mouth and the curve of my back.
I want to drive you to distraction because you want me; I want to be driven to distraction because I want you. I want you to get wet when I dress you down with that look in my eyes; I want to see the love and desire stamped on your face when you look me over. I want to feast on you and drink you in and cling to you when you do the same to me.
I want to save you from spiders and fall asleep in your arms. I want to sing you songs everyone else is tired of hearing me sing. I want to come up behind you and wrap you in my arms and kiss your bare shoulder just because I want to and life is good, life is great, life is amazing, you are amazing. I want you to read me my poems and sing me your songs and show me what it means to be you. I want you to teach me how to dance. I want to stand in your doorway and watch the distant lightning and not have to leave your arms and go home afterwards because I am home already.
Some of these things I have done; some of these things I will never do again. Some of these actions, these looks, these moments, have never been mine except in that corner of my head where I am brave, where love is a three-cornered hat, where hopeful romantics can spill their souls without fear of wishes never coming true.
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The one, Amber, redhead, threatened to castrate all the guys at the table with a crab cracker. One of whom was her boyfriend. Some kind of would-be vet. Lost all of five points out of 500 in some horrible bio class.
Another one, Caitlin, math minor and theatre minor. I didn't catch her major though.
Sam was also on the vet track. Cute glasses, cute smile, cute voice.
Plus my suitemates, who spent the whole time instructing Amber and Caitlin on the proper way to eat crabs.
Lauren's playing Prince of Egypt. I need to see that movie again. The music is so beautiful. She's letting me steal the CD. I'm mooching so much music off her it's not funny; I took t.A.T.u., tried to take Switchfoot but her files didn't like me, OK Go, and now Prince of Egypt and Evanescence. Yay.
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That was the entry I was writing before Alison yelled at me to study. Then I went to monkey pajama party, so obviously didn't finish it. And of course I absolutely must do this at 2:45 AM. And of course it was the two freshmen they didn't tell that the monkey and the pajama parts of the party were entirely honorary by this point.
Anyone who hasn't seen Liz dance, needs to. I'm fucking serious here. That Get Low song, I will never think of in the same way again.
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I almost broke right there. Your neck, your shoulders, the curve of your back and your hands on my arm, your body against mine, your hand sweeping the hair behind your ear, your breath and your scent and your open mouth and I wanted you so badly it was breaking me in half not to take you right there. At least when you were dancing you were across the room and I knew that I can't dance.
I want you to tangle your fingers in my hair and kiss me. I want you to throw me against the door and kiss down my...what was the rest of that sentence? I want you to dig your nails into my back. I want you to fuck me until the tears are running down my cheeks and I want to beg you to keep going but I need to tell you to stop because I am utterly spent.
I want to cradle my hand on the curve of your neck and kiss you until your knees get weak and you can't stop the sounds escaping from your throat. I want to pin you to the bed and make you mine. I want you to trust me enough to give yourself to me because I ask. I want to explore every centimeter of your body and find everything that makes you gasp, and then do it all over again because your pleasure map has changed. I want to make your body sing with my fingers and my mouth and the curve of my back.
I want to drive you to distraction because you want me; I want to be driven to distraction because I want you. I want you to get wet when I dress you down with that look in my eyes; I want to see the love and desire stamped on your face when you look me over. I want to feast on you and drink you in and cling to you when you do the same to me.
I want to save you from spiders and fall asleep in your arms. I want to sing you songs everyone else is tired of hearing me sing. I want to come up behind you and wrap you in my arms and kiss your bare shoulder just because I want to and life is good, life is great, life is amazing, you are amazing. I want you to read me my poems and sing me your songs and show me what it means to be you. I want you to teach me how to dance. I want to stand in your doorway and watch the distant lightning and not have to leave your arms and go home afterwards because I am home already.
Some of these things I have done; some of these things I will never do again. Some of these actions, these looks, these moments, have never been mine except in that corner of my head where I am brave, where love is a three-cornered hat, where hopeful romantics can spill their souls without fear of wishes never coming true.
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Date: 2006-05-18 07:48 am (UTC)your writing is damn interesting. we should like actually talk one of these days.
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Date: 2006-05-18 06:28 pm (UTC)Sorry it's hard though.