ChinaDoll1983
01-02-2004, 09:58 PM
There are so many reasons why I wake up in the morning knowing that you are hundreds of miles away and I probbobly won't see you for weeks or even months yet I smile to think of you.
There are so many reasons why I would rather watch a movie alone tonight than wrapped up in the arms of the men that call me and come up to me on the street.
Oh, there are so many reasons why it's okay if I'm not touched in places I call secret for months on end.
But I dont have a thousand pages or days to mention them all... but let me just tell you how he can do whatever he sets his mind too... bvecause that's a part of him I find so fasinating.
He's amazing in so many ways that my mind is reeling with what to say and how to say it. A picture is worth a thousand words but if I give you 10,000 and an album of his face you still would never appreciate just how amazing this man is. I cringe to think of the task places before the person that will be given the huge responsibility of writing his eulogy. Nothing could capture the man I know.
Anythign he puts his mind too he accomplishes. If he sets a gol to reach the number 10 he will reach 15 in half the time it would take most people I know to reach 5. When he puts his mind to something it is amazing to watch as he not only accomplsihes the task but effects it in a way that without him - whatever he conquered would be half as good and nowhere near as wonderful. I love to watch him as he discovers a faster, easier or different way to do something. he is quite possibly the only person that I know that feels rejuvinated after working for 16 hours straight. Instead of falling asleep or feeling depressed at the gtime "watse" as so many young people do after working, he is overflowing with ideas of how to do it better next time.
He is never satisfied.
There is no doubt in my mind that if he decided to find a way to reach the moon in half an hour, he would make it there in 15 minutes. Whatever he decides to do - he does. Amazingly.
He is beautiful you know. If you walked by him on the street you may not end up with whiplash from craning your neck like I do to catch my last look at him after we say goodbye... but, if he ever lay next to you as you fell asleep and you traved his face, hair or body - your heart most surely would lodge uncomfortably in your throat as you watched his face, soft in the moonlight. Or when he smiles, yeah, if you he smiled at you in the way I like to think he doesn't for anyone else you would feel your heart pound, dying to escape the cage of ribs that keep it locked inside, thats how beautiful he is. His energy, his mystique, his smile and touch - is so beautiful that sometimes I wonder how he isn't on every magazine cover the world has to offer - yet.
He touches me in ways I never thought I could be touched again. He amazes me that at the age of trenty-four he has been so patient with someone so afraid of experiancing thier own sexuality. Seven months later, with reminders of his gentle touch I have reached a breathrough that has me aching for him every minute of every day. He opened me to a world I never knew existed one hot summer day, leaving me feeling as if I missed out on so much - but even more, how much more there was too look foward too. But his patience - his long-suffering.. if only I could thank him. For I am almost 21 and I don't know if ever would have reached what I did the other day without his help. Now - I crave sex. I never have before, never truly. Maybe for an hour or two, but never for days on end.
I cannot wait to feel my skin next to his again - I don't think I'll want to let him go next time, if only there were a way to freeze time once you slip into bed. It hurts to even think of having his hands upon my skin again because I know it will be weeks or months before I feel them again. I'm aching to taste him...
I know I may sound like a stalker or a teenybopper writing of the drummer in the new pop sensation so I must say that he is far from perfect. I still get so angry with how he can be sometimes that I have to bite my tounge, and literally, before I say something that I'll regret.
He can be moody and rather unpredictable. And if I even breathe, or think of the word relationship around him I can expect coldness or angry words to follow.
But he's an atrist - so we must give them some lee-way musn't we?
While I don't adore every aspect of him, I adore the fact he doesn't change what I don't like to please me. I love the fact that he is himself, no matter what.
I adore that he can accomplish anything - even when he thinks he can't.
There are so many reasons why I would rather watch a movie alone tonight than wrapped up in the arms of the men that call me and come up to me on the street.
Oh, there are so many reasons why it's okay if I'm not touched in places I call secret for months on end.
But I dont have a thousand pages or days to mention them all... but let me just tell you how he can do whatever he sets his mind too... bvecause that's a part of him I find so fasinating.
He's amazing in so many ways that my mind is reeling with what to say and how to say it. A picture is worth a thousand words but if I give you 10,000 and an album of his face you still would never appreciate just how amazing this man is. I cringe to think of the task places before the person that will be given the huge responsibility of writing his eulogy. Nothing could capture the man I know.
Anythign he puts his mind too he accomplishes. If he sets a gol to reach the number 10 he will reach 15 in half the time it would take most people I know to reach 5. When he puts his mind to something it is amazing to watch as he not only accomplsihes the task but effects it in a way that without him - whatever he conquered would be half as good and nowhere near as wonderful. I love to watch him as he discovers a faster, easier or different way to do something. he is quite possibly the only person that I know that feels rejuvinated after working for 16 hours straight. Instead of falling asleep or feeling depressed at the gtime "watse" as so many young people do after working, he is overflowing with ideas of how to do it better next time.
He is never satisfied.
There is no doubt in my mind that if he decided to find a way to reach the moon in half an hour, he would make it there in 15 minutes. Whatever he decides to do - he does. Amazingly.
He is beautiful you know. If you walked by him on the street you may not end up with whiplash from craning your neck like I do to catch my last look at him after we say goodbye... but, if he ever lay next to you as you fell asleep and you traved his face, hair or body - your heart most surely would lodge uncomfortably in your throat as you watched his face, soft in the moonlight. Or when he smiles, yeah, if you he smiled at you in the way I like to think he doesn't for anyone else you would feel your heart pound, dying to escape the cage of ribs that keep it locked inside, thats how beautiful he is. His energy, his mystique, his smile and touch - is so beautiful that sometimes I wonder how he isn't on every magazine cover the world has to offer - yet.
He touches me in ways I never thought I could be touched again. He amazes me that at the age of trenty-four he has been so patient with someone so afraid of experiancing thier own sexuality. Seven months later, with reminders of his gentle touch I have reached a breathrough that has me aching for him every minute of every day. He opened me to a world I never knew existed one hot summer day, leaving me feeling as if I missed out on so much - but even more, how much more there was too look foward too. But his patience - his long-suffering.. if only I could thank him. For I am almost 21 and I don't know if ever would have reached what I did the other day without his help. Now - I crave sex. I never have before, never truly. Maybe for an hour or two, but never for days on end.
I cannot wait to feel my skin next to his again - I don't think I'll want to let him go next time, if only there were a way to freeze time once you slip into bed. It hurts to even think of having his hands upon my skin again because I know it will be weeks or months before I feel them again. I'm aching to taste him...
I know I may sound like a stalker or a teenybopper writing of the drummer in the new pop sensation so I must say that he is far from perfect. I still get so angry with how he can be sometimes that I have to bite my tounge, and literally, before I say something that I'll regret.
He can be moody and rather unpredictable. And if I even breathe, or think of the word relationship around him I can expect coldness or angry words to follow.
But he's an atrist - so we must give them some lee-way musn't we?
While I don't adore every aspect of him, I adore the fact he doesn't change what I don't like to please me. I love the fact that he is himself, no matter what.
I adore that he can accomplish anything - even when he thinks he can't.