most times i fool myself into believing that this could be it
I laid down for a nap today. As I drifted into sleep marble statues of naked men tumbled aimlessly towards me. No heads, no arms, no legs. Just finely sculptured male torsos. Greek god like statues. The sculpted chests and weight of the marble remind me of the time, the only time, that I laid faced down on your couch. The weight of your body on top of mine. My naked breasts that I fought to stay clothed – but not too hard - rubbed against the coarseness of your plaid second hand couch. The layer of sweat between us provided a smooth gliding of our bodies against one another. I tried desperately to keep my pants on but you patiently inched them further down until my bare ass was exposed. I guess I’m easily persuaded with the possibility of things to come, lives to be melded together and dreams to be made. I guess I want to believe that you have the same purpose as I do. I remember the weight of your body on top of mine feeling comforting and protective. Like a warm familiar blanket providing warmth on a rainy night. And I wanted that feeling to stay.

if i shake my ass it's because i want you to look
i was whistled at today. i gave no attention to this highly degrading form of admiration as i walked on past with my nose in the air...but inside i smiled and made sure that one foot was placed infront of the other to create that sexy hip swing :D

extreme indulgences in sensual pleasures
i hear people participate in acts of debauchery in those circular clothing racks in k-marts. any takers? ;)

89% introvert
You speak to me with a certain familiarity – as if we’ve known each other for many years. Old friends united. You ask me questions that I dare not ask myself and I wonder how I ever got myself into this situation. My eyes watch ur lips move but I do not hear what you r saying. You look deeply into my eyes searching for some kind of answer because you are sure I am listening to what you say – I give the right responses – I’m attentive, I nod my head, I even give the reassuring ‘ummhumm’ – but I haven’t heard any word that’s come from your mouth. As I realize you’re waiting for some kind of verbal response I sputter something incomprehensible to myself, and you laugh. I guess what I said was funny. Some part of my natural instinct to converse with other humans has unconsciously kicked in and somehow I’m still part of this conversation. It takes all that I have to not just get up and run to the other side of the room where a lively conversation of 4 or more people is taking place and I could easily just melt into the background. I stay. You talk. Sometimes my lips move too. Eventually we become friends. Sometimes I still sit and stare at your lips as they move and feel just as uncomfortable as our first meeting.