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  1. this song reminds me of you

    March 24, 2008 by shishnit

    The only aphrodisiac I need is your voice
    Hearing you speak my name
    Beckoning me to answer
    Telling me you want me
    So I tell you that you’re the answer to every question I’ve ever had about love

    Without words I use my tongue to tell the tale of us
    Tracing your shadowscape
    Kneeling before you my eyes feast upon your masculinity and
    All its divinity and I praise you
    Because all of that is for me

    I begin to indulge myself of your delicacies
    Digesting semi-sweet dark chocolate decadence as it melts
    Dripping down my chin
    Your taste is something Godiva couldn’t re-create

    Needing every atom of your anatomy
    Necessity is placed upon me knowing you are the source of my serendipity
    Dipping in and out of me stroking more than my consciesness
    Subconsciously I find myself rewinding our love scenes
    In my daydreams
    Seeing that face you make when you’re making me cum
    And it makes me want you right there and then

    Thinking of you in inappropriate places I get
    Tingling sensations in private locations where I wish to be caught between a rock and your hard place

    As wetness develops my legs begin to open and my spot turns to a backdraft and all I want you to do is extinguish it
    You know my body like the back of your hands
    And touch me and send me into ecstacy

    My thighs quiver in anticipation of deep penetration which gets me high
    Body rising
    Sweating
    Panting
    Make-up melting
    Pulling my hair and
    Scratching my back
    I get a temporary case of tourettes because all I can say are four letter words in a four octave-range screaming your name

    You fucking me makes me bilingual
    You fucking me makes me bilingual
    You fucking me makes me bilingual
    You fucking me makes me bilingual
    You fucking me makes me bilingual

    I see your tongue pink between your lips and I want it between mine
    And I struggle
    As you lick torturing me
    I try to get away but
    Not really

    Running out of room begging for more up against the wall that has been scuffed by my stilletos
    Again
    You pry apart my thighs and tell me to be still
    And I willingly submit to you because I love the way you dominate me
    Demanding that I cum for you so I do as I’m told

    You’ve molded me so I’m good to no-one else but you
    You’ve conquered this once orgasmicless world and multiplied it
    Again and
    Again

    My face radiates with after-glow
    My pillow scented by you
    A fragrance which haunts me
    My room smells of the best sex
    I
    Covered in body prints and finger prints and you above me
    Your name written indelibly upon my body in your genetic history

    You fucking me makes me bilingual
    You fucking me makes me bilingual
    You fucking me makes me bilingual
    You fucking me makes me bilingual
    You fucking me makes me bilingual
    You fucking me makes me bilingual
    You fucking me makes me bilingual
    You fucking me makes me bilingual
    You fucking me makes me bilingual

    jose nunez


  2. this man is helping me get A’s in college (and a poem)

    March 20, 2008 by shishnit

    His music is soothing, calming, beautiful….melodic.  Well written. I wish I had written these lyrics.

    “And the hurt that made you humble wanna write about

    Is the love that made you crumble from the inside out-rich price  

    The other day I called my ex-husband just to tell him something.  It wasn’t about my son. It was something that I wanted probably to boast about.  His response was cheerful and he was happy for me.  I wish I could lie and say it didn’t matter, but it did.  It mattered and it was ok.  It was like opening a yearbook and remembering …finally…something good.

    And I turned my car around that bend 

    One moment made me release the pain amen 

    Instead of seeing hell in the rearview mirror 

    I saw the future, bright and beautiful again 

     

    I put my foot on the pedal 

    And pushed down swift 

    I turned my gaze from the past 

    And I moved on, seemingly quick 

     

    Acceptance that it’s ok 

    For me to carry a piece on and on 

    It’s not necessary 

    to cut off, and ok that something’s gone 

     

    Independence tattooed her name 

    Deep on my soul 

    Trepidation left me speechless 

    But now I am whole 

     

     


  3. we make love so hard

    March 7, 2008 by shishnit

    trouble comes to our house
    every other week
    first you and then me
    with a tear on our cheek
    over and over the same mistakes
    how many last straws till it breaks
    oh, we make love so hard
    we make love so hard 

     

    scratching at the old wounds
    laying blame
    calling up the old ghosts
    taking names
    over and over same mistakes
    how many close calls can we shake 


    oh, we make love so hard
    oh, we make love so hard 

     

    it doesn’t have to be this way
    we’ve seen better days 

     

    oh, we make love so hard
    oh, we make love so hard
    oh, we make love so hard
    why do we make love so hard 

     

    -Darden Smith 


  4. I will not take these things for granted

    February 27, 2008 by shishnit

    One part of me just wants to tell you everything
    One part just needs the quiet
    And if I’m lonely here, I’m lonely here
    And on the telephone
    You offer reassurance

    I will not take these things for granted

    How can I hold the part of me that only you can carry
    It needs a strength I haven’t found
    But if its frightening, Ill bear the cold
    And on the telephone
    You offer warm asylum

    I’m listening
    Flowers in the garden
    Laughter in the hall
    Children in the park
    I will not take these things for granted
    Anymore

    To crawl inside the wire and feel something near me
    To feel this accepting
    That it is lonely here, but not alone
    And on the telephone
    You offer visions dancing

    I’m listening
    Music in the bedroom
    Laughter in the hall
    Dive into the ocean
    Singing by the fire
    Running through the forest
    And standing in the wind
    In rolling canyons

    I will not take these things for granted 

     

    Toad the Wet Sprocket 


  5. movie quote

    February 27, 2008 by shishnit

    E. Edward Grey: [Mr. Grey is prescribing Lee's dinner] One scoop of creamed potatoes. A slice of butter. Four peas. And as much ice cream as you’d like to eat.Â