Sheame On Me
Just a place where I let my brain leak out...
Tuesday, November 26, 2002
11/25
Sometimes I feel as if I have been given this awesome gift, but then dared to actually do something with it. Yet, I am the only thing that keeps getting in the way. I don't understand what I am so afraid of. I always knew, I felt, anyway, that singing would be my career. I never knew how it might come about, it's just been one of those things I have never REALLY doubted. My singing has been the one constant in my life. So, now what? I don't know what to do really, now that time is moving forward, and pretty soon, I will be forced to step into my fear. I guess that's the bottom line, it's MY fear. I am creating it, as well as everything else. I remember when I thought I would never drive. I have managed to survive quite a bit in 25 years, and I know, that is Broadway is what I REALLY want, I WILL have it! No one can make that choice for me, and I wouldn't want them to.
.: posted by Almost 20 Years Later 6:42 PM
Missing You
I feel you inside of me, filling me up. Each time you touch me, my blood flows hotter. Your mouth on mine, your warm breath on my naked skin, I miss you so close to me. I want to taste the salt on your flesh, and watch your eyes while you're inside. I've almost forgotten what you feel like when I'm on top. Wet and slick between my thighs, struggling somewhere between fast and slow, torture and release, the way we used to be. I feel your tongue on my neck when I toss my head back, and it makes me cry out. I love when you pull my hair that way, I'm getting close. Do you remember how I feel? Do you think of me when you touch yourself? The way I think of you?
11/24
.: posted by Almost 20 Years Later 6:37 PM
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