It seems to me that I like posting pictures when I get a new haircut.
I am now 22. On May 22. Damn I’m old.
Soft & careful are the perfect words to describe his touch. The movement of his fingertips along the very corners’ of her lips. The prominent collar bones invited his body closer. His lips closer. His fingers closer. The soft music lulled their actions to a snail’s pace. His eyes were searching constantly. Waiting for the discovery of what draws him in. What brings him so close. What tears at his innards. His eyes burn with desire. Burn with lust. Burn with love. His warm exhales causes reactions unseen by the naked eye. His lingering touch on the smooth skin brings along a trail of electricity that courses through the body. His muscles flex in anticipation. In preparation of what is to come. Lips open and close as he desires what he’s been yearning for for days. For months. For a lifetime. Intertwined connections of the soul brings him closer than ever. Locked on for what seems to be eternity. His heart palpitates ever so much more. A cold sweat forms as his body tenses. As his body prepares.
And all she can do is smile back.
Shadows of what once was rise along the street as he walks downtown. The lights flicker with suspense as his hands dig deeper into his pockets. The city is dead. The voices within are alive. In this moment of loneliness he finds solace. In between his harsh intakes of the cold polluted air, old flashbacks of the past drive by. The city is covered with a blanket of silence. The trains have stopped. The cars lay idle. The lights remain unlit. His eyes do not dart side to side. No, they but lay straight ahead. A glazed look was hidden as the shadow that is cast by his hood hides the wrinkles of emotions and age that have piled up over time. The subtle tap of his feet on the cold concrete is the only thing that breaks the string of mystery. Nothing-ness has filled the very atmosphere of this city. A city of dreams & a city of fools. Ultimately, he finds himself lost within the maze. Confused and disjointed, he allows his feet to carry him where ever they take him. ‘Till the sun comes up and all is well. All is alive. Once again.
Everytime I Close My Eyes - Babyface
Timon ( Lion King )
As silently as we can, we take baby steps. To the cold streets of our city, we search for the stars that dot the night sky. Whispers of something we were both uncertain of were exchanged. The light brushing of the skin. The innate gazes that were exchanged those nights can shake many to the core. They held meaning. They held uncertainty. They held courage. Headlights and street lamps were the guides to those nightly rituals. The cold breeze and soft taps along the sidewalks were our only friends. We made with what we had and we both knew we barely had much to offer. Only dreams that existed on cloud 9 in which we hoped would one day come true. Between the sheets was where the barriers were temporarily laid to rest. Between each day was where the emotional urges grew. As tall as skyscrapers. Each day we were given a chance to see where it would take us. Each day we waited with impatient hearts and patient exhales. And where we stand now defines the kind of connection that we formed all those nights. A bond of determination. A bond of lust. A bond of friendship. The definition of love.
I have been MIA for a while now my fellow followers & tumbl-ers. I apologize! I have just been busy with basketball, school, and work( well lack of ). I have come here to announce something life changing. I have decided to join the Navy.
I am most likely going to go into the Health Care and use the Navy to assist me in getting my BSN and eventually help pay for my education to get my Masters. This choice is a heavy one and I’ve been contemplating it for years. I’ve only decided to take action now due to many different circumstances but I believe in a few years eveything will turn out for the best.
And well..that’s it!
And thus my Saturday night will begin by spending it on my xbox, chocolate milk, wheat thins, HoN, & Spotify. You can help me by bombarding me with curious questions! One at a time ladies & gents! Please?
I am not what you call “model material”. But at least I look sexy.


