I should be much to smart for this. You know it gets the better. When you and I collide. I fall into an ocean of you. Pull me out in time. I say its all because of you and here I go. To look you in the eye. And let all the things you mean to me. Come tumbling out my mouth indeed its time.

They do this, you know, a voice in my head told me. They go to bed together. They lose themselves in their passion for each other. He sleeps with her beautiful body and her delicious skin and her silky wavy hair. He can wake up and watch her sleeping, her spiky light eyelashes throwing little shadows on her face. What are they like together, I found myself wondering.

WORDS, WITH SPACES AND QUESTIONABLE GRAMMAR. I sometimes think about stuff, most of it is porn, but some of it is other things. Tuesday, November 15, 2011. I can see from my window the bench where we sat. Passing the time with endless chit chat. The closest of friends, before we were lovers. That friendship remained while embraced under covers. Thursday, March 10, 2011. Maybe this is the reas.

Moments I want to share from the life I was meant to live! Thursday, October 3, 2013. When There Are No More Child Proofs. Nowadays, there is a way to child proof our houses from wall-to-wall, floor-to-ceiling. If there is a potential danger, there is a lock, or some plastic contraption that even most adults will have trouble bypassing. All parents approach this differently; there are the hyper-vigilant parents that even lock their refrigerators and the parents who might. It would be nice if the right do.