I bet you didnt know that I love you, or atleast I like you a lot... My day kinda depends on you. Even if the most I can get is a picture at a time.I bet you didnt know is the only thing that is better than being deep in is being in your deep end... I would willingly drown there. Let your juices surround me as I give you as much of me as you can take...But my favorite thing is your head game. Being deep in is being deeply involved in our conversation. I simply want to engage you and your mind in a not so sexual way.
I bet you didn't know that I would rather lay with you naked and exposed engulfed in your river of flowing feminine.... thoughts. Your head game. I would like to engage your thoughts with the biggest of rocks, and marry the deepest ones...
I bet you didn't know that one night while you slept I was kept awake by your mere essence of being. I turned on some light because I was going insane in my not so self induced sleepless solitude. That is when I counted 72 eyelashes on the top of your eyelid on your right eye..
I bet you didn't know that I love you, or at least I like you a lot...
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Once when I was little...
I am not doing this for any type of praise...
Once when I was little... Maybe not so little, but little in the sense of age. I was 12 to be exact. My mother was working hard, she had changed a lot of her ways.. She was determined to make me happy. To make me fit in even when it seemed finacially impossible... That Christmas was sure to be the best of my life. There were sooo many presents under that tree. Someone broke into our house on Dec 22nd. Everything was stolen of course. This made me realize that people would go to the most extreme to make their families happy. Not to justify what happened. My mom went to this program with Toys For Tots. One where you submit your name and your situation, and people who had the means to be generous would choose someone to give a gift to... On Christmas Eve, Stacy Jones (no relation) showed up at my house. She had bought everything that was stolen, and given it to me. She was a 20 year old college student. That taught me 2 things. To be humble, and not to be selfish. My mother cried and talked to her for what seemed to be hours...
I didn't get why she cried, I didnt get how emotionally strong Stacy was. North Carolina has a similar program. I stared at a picture of my mom for hours on the 6th. I decided that I would donate my XBOX 360 to some kid for Christmas... I didn't want to meet the family, just wanted to give back... I got a phone call from a Millie Drisco, she gave me the rundown on a few families. One kid was 12, good grades, plays football, product of a single mother and a father that didn't really care. His mother is 30 and works at a hotel... That hit sooo close to home... I met with him, his mother, and his uncle... She cried and thanked me soo much. Then I realized why my mother cried and how strong Stacy was. I felt so depressed to know that even Great People struggle. But was immediatley cheered up by knowing that is when other Great People pick up the slack...
iJonesy (X)
Once when I was little... Maybe not so little, but little in the sense of age. I was 12 to be exact. My mother was working hard, she had changed a lot of her ways.. She was determined to make me happy. To make me fit in even when it seemed finacially impossible... That Christmas was sure to be the best of my life. There were sooo many presents under that tree. Someone broke into our house on Dec 22nd. Everything was stolen of course. This made me realize that people would go to the most extreme to make their families happy. Not to justify what happened. My mom went to this program with Toys For Tots. One where you submit your name and your situation, and people who had the means to be generous would choose someone to give a gift to... On Christmas Eve, Stacy Jones (no relation) showed up at my house. She had bought everything that was stolen, and given it to me. She was a 20 year old college student. That taught me 2 things. To be humble, and not to be selfish. My mother cried and talked to her for what seemed to be hours...
I didn't get why she cried, I didnt get how emotionally strong Stacy was. North Carolina has a similar program. I stared at a picture of my mom for hours on the 6th. I decided that I would donate my XBOX 360 to some kid for Christmas... I didn't want to meet the family, just wanted to give back... I got a phone call from a Millie Drisco, she gave me the rundown on a few families. One kid was 12, good grades, plays football, product of a single mother and a father that didn't really care. His mother is 30 and works at a hotel... That hit sooo close to home... I met with him, his mother, and his uncle... She cried and thanked me soo much. Then I realized why my mother cried and how strong Stacy was. I felt so depressed to know that even Great People struggle. But was immediatley cheered up by knowing that is when other Great People pick up the slack...
iJonesy (X)
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