Sunday, December 28, 2008
if I took 20 minutes more out of my day to cake my face up and by that I mean put some make up on.
Maybe if I remember to shave my legs every other day
or to wax my eyebrows every other week, or that girly mustache that all you bitches get cause I ain't the only one!
Maybe if I stopped bitting my nails
Maybe if I loose a few pounds
Maybe if I stopped saying so many fucking bad words
maybe if I was a little more polite
Maybe if I dress a little better, put some high heels on
instead of my usual jeans, layer black t-shirt on, and my white adidas.
Maybe if I was girly instead of one of the guys
Maybe if I always giggle at plain stupid shit
or mabe if I play stupid like the others
will you find me attractive and wanna date me.
Maybe you should date me?
Maybe we should just fuck, maybe!
Lets just go at it for hours.
Maybe we could just kiss and hold hands.
maybe we could just sit there and stare at each other like a bunch of dumbasses!!!
Cierro los ojos
Recordando el preciso instante cuando mis labios tocaron los tuyos.
El hermoso olor de la noche se quedo en mi ropa.
Tus manos casi quedaron tatuadas en mi espalda,
Y tus simples palabras de "no solo podemos ser amigos." Se quedaron cerca de mi corazón.
Cierro los ojos
Tu amistad es sincera y no pienses que la mía no la es,
Quisiera poder dejar de pensar en ti como más de un amigo,
Pero a veces el pensar en ti me trae una sonrisa inmensa.
Tu preguntas, por que sonrió cuando te miro? Es por que
Recuerdo tus labios, tu Mirada, tus manos, tu dulce sencillez.Voy a cerrar los ojos y recordar, para nunca dejar de sonreír.
Monday, December 1, 2008
WHO’S BEEN A NAUGHTY GIRL?
that numbness dumbness feeling.
The feeling that makes me shave my legs, blow-dry my hair, and spray Channel in all the right places.
It’s not butterflies in my stomach,
It’s not waiting by the phone until he calls,
It’s not hoping for more, but just being happy for a couple minutes.
And for sure it’s not the
“Say my name, say my name!”
“Do you want me?” kind of minute.
It’s before the bitting, spanking, and
“Who’s been a naughty girl?” kind of feeling,
The taste of his lips
his hands on my skin.
The feeling before we take half our clothes off, because I don’t like being naked.
The minutes before his hands start wondering in all the great places, kind of’ feeling.
It’s closing my eyes as we kiss and feeling like it’s been 30 seconds, when it has really been 10 minutes.
(and if you’re reading this, lets make-out for 30 more seconds.)
It’s your body against mine as you say sweet nothings.
It’s the feeling of being in your arms.
It’s the reason I keep shaving my legs, the reason I don’t bite my nails, the reason I started watching sports…
So, “who’s been a naughty girl?”