"Sparkling Little Girl"

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Location: Manhattan, New York, United States

I've fallen for a man that I cannot have. "What would happen if we kissed Would your tongue slip past my lips Would you run away, would you stay Or would I melt into you Mouth to mouth, lust to lust Spontaneously combust The room is spinning out of control Act like you didn't notice Brushed my hand"

Hate Mail!

Friday, October 28, 2005

This Has All Been Rather Interesting

Well. I took 2 steps back and just did what I do best, observed. First I must comment on how dreadfully foolish Bobby is to think that the imposter would be the real me. Of course I'm watching everything from afar, have from the beginning, but this. Would I really make my prescence known that quickly? Profess my love for the man and admit crimes within a few paragraphs?

Not likely.

Not that I'm unhappy to see someone else do these things because now I get the joy of his reaction without needing to say anything myself at all. I won't even argue or deny the points raised, but it didn't come from me. There is an extra satisfaction and joy in that.

Bobby once told me that he isn't like all of my other conquests. So true that is. Everyone else has been a breeze to wrap around my finger. Bobby, I don't even know where to start. He doesn't just see me, he sees through me.

Monday, October 24, 2005

May the real woman win.

Sunday, October 23, 2005

Let's Pretend, Shall We

I both love and loathe men. I find the majority to be seriously lacking in intelligence and a waste of my valuable time. But I do love to be wrapped in the arms of a strong man so I make that my mission quite often. The problem is that I go through the rigors of charming the boy, get back to his place and right in the heat of passion this man disintegrates before my eyes.

It is no longer a meaningless, forgettable fling. Instead my mind plays tricks on me and it's Bobby's hands on my body. Bobby's eyes staring back at my own.

Every lover ends up being him. He saunters into my thoughts while awake, visits me in my sleep and touches me through the hands of another.

This man has such a grip on me- on my very soul.

Saturday, October 22, 2005

He Thinks This Is Helpful


A man that I know has been purging himself of his innermost demons as of late. I just so happened to stumble upon his writings because quite frankly, I'm always looking for him. His past. His present. All of the details. My mind always dances back to him no matter where I am or who is beside me.

I've touched his hand once, just one time. That physical connection was surreal and yet so simple. This man has figured me out in ways that make me want to despise him. I loathe his ability to break me and yet I adore him for having the ability to do so.