You

I suspect that you have no idea of what role you play in my life. Sometimes I have to make my own archievs and in detail spell out the variety of reasons why I still love you. Attentively, I try and gather a collective image of the philosopic world that roams in my interior. The evidence indicates stability, but I still have doubts, who are you.....why you...Believe me when I tell you that I stop throughout my daily activities to think about you. This influence you have upoon me is so effective...bringing changes to my conduct...to my routine. When I call don't stop me from wanting to verbally draw out the design of you body. I promise, you to will feel the sensitivity in my voice. Of course, everything I do has a purpose...sometimes only ment to enable an enhanced pleasure. Don't refuse to explore what you can't control, set aside the defensive barrier and put into practice everything you want to be with me. With the sincerity of my truth and complex vulnerability in my words...I have found satisfaction in what i primarily wrote for you.

by nora

"US"

It's Monday morning and I am jealous of the mirror that has first class tickets to your reflection. I invite you to the company of my skin to a moment of freedom and the absurd. Allow me to take away your breath and the opportunity to take your time and make it ours. Every time I love you more...not changing you for anything. My story has already been written along with a book called "us"....Today the clock has become my worst enemy..Only here to steal away the minutes of hearing your voice over the telephone. I cry at the thought of yet another night without your lips againts mine. My pillow misses your smell and you miss the movement of your body within my sheets. Through your bedroom window the moon sneaks in while you sleep..softly sliding across your body..without your permission..making me jealous. Tuesday is almost here and every time.. I love you more...I beg for your company. But.. one day my path I will mark across your skin and without saying a word..tell you everything. One day...I'll read you my story...with first class tickets to a Monday morning of your reflection in my eyes.

By NORA

reality

Is it possible to miss something that you never physically had?
Why is it this hard to realize that what I once had is gone and that it was my choice to let go.
Why is it impossible to forget about "us" even when i try and force myself to stop thinking.
Why is it i catch myself searching for you everywhere i go.
Why i just don't know....maybe because i still love you

by nora