Showing posts with label musica. Show all posts
Showing posts with label musica. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

#9311 JUST friends

We were 
JUST friends,
but that didn't dull the sting,
not even a little bit.

You left.

I was celebrating and hadn't even planned on seeing you.
I'd put all thoughts of you
and what I really wanted from you
out of my mind.

Somehow,
you manifested
and
you
just
being
there
tortured
me.

Being just close enough,
but somehow not close enough.

Right then,
I wanted you more than I wanted wealth.
Right then,
I wanted you more than I wanted fame.
Right then,
I wanted you more than I wanted to be free.
Why would I want freedom when I could be bound to you?
Why would I want freedom when I could be braiding my limbs to you?

You rested your hand
                  your hands
on my body....

Through my dress,
I wanted every single one of those digits to memorize every single piece of me.
Through my dress,
your fingertips burned into my skin the words you pretended not to want to say.

But you were leaving shortly.

You were leaving the event
                 leaving our unspoken conversation
                 leaving me
your friend
to go and see another.

You didn't say it.
I could read it in the pain of your expression
I could read it in the way you said
you had to go

as if waiting for me to give you a reason to stay.

I couldn't say what I was thinking.
After all,
We were JUST friends.
I couldn't say to you
She's not me
Isn't
Won't be
Can't be
All you need and want

She has you tonight when I want you
She has you tonight when I danced with you
for the second time
She has you tonight when 
I've put an hour's extra effort into how I look
                                                     how I smell
                                                     how I feel
All for you
All to let you know I hear what you're thinking.
Yet,
You left me to go and see her
Whoever she is doesn't matter.
She's not me.

Isn't
Won't be
Can't be
All you need and want

I shouldn't care.
We're JUST supposed to be
JUST friends
I'm on one tonight.
I'm killing it tonight.
I'm serving tonight.

                              serving lipslegsandlashes tonight
I caught you staring at my lipslegsandlashes
I want those fingers on my lipslegsandlashes

The fact that those fingers won't know me tonight,
intimately
won't touch me in the morning like J Cole said
won't make me grateful for waiting 
ALL THIS TIME
for you
won't make me gasp as if on the place I touch real late when all alone and call your name
because of course,
we're JUST friends
Neither of us wants this.
You know as well as I do
If your eyes hadn't told on you,
your hands certainly did
those hands that didn't fight my hem as my moves made it move dangerously north
those hands that rested far too low on my curves 
those hands that burned intentions through my dress as you pulled me too close

It was late
and so you left
                  left the event
                  left our unspoken conversation
                  left me
JUST your friend
to go and see another.
You didn't say it
I could read it in the pain of your expression
I could read it in the way you said
you had to go.

I tried dancing with others, but their hands felt clumsy
I tried dancing with others, but they told me to put my phone away.
I kept it close in case you changed your mind
I watched the door in case you changed your mind
                              in case you realized what I already know

You deserve better
You could do better
I promise
I'm better
-tygerlily

Friday, April 29, 2011

LYRICS I LOVE: E.T. -Katy Perry

You're so hypnotizing
Could you be the devil?

Could you be an angel?
Your touch magnetizing
Feels like I am floating
Leaves my body glowing
They say be afraid
You're not like the others
Futuristic lover
Different DNA
They don't understand you
You're from a whole other world
A different dimension
You open my eyes
And I'm ready to go
Lead me into the light....

-Katy Perry


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Thursday, April 28, 2011

#42811 Losing One's Senses


He is a sound sculptor and music is her church. It seems only appropriate that he rendered her deaf.

What he did to her was senseless, but in doing it, he managed to wake up all of her other senses.
She had to lose one.
He who bends sound with such ease made it so she couldn't hear a thing.

She couldn't hear anything.

She could feel their heartbeats beating inside one chest as his pressed against hers pressing against his.
Their skin melted into each others creating one body making a flesh latte
light and sweet
drowning their hips in the rhythmic pulse they couldn't help but dance against
dance with
dance in
they'd heard and sung this song before.
this was their anthem.

She could taste the very rich extreme fullness of his kisses.
His lips are her favorite fruit.
One of her basic food groups; she devours them every chance she gets.
She could taste his breath on her collarbone,
on her stomach,
salivating over each nipple,
sliding against her thighs.
His mouth was everywhere and nowhere at once.

She knew he was talking. She could see his mouth moving. She could feel his lips moving as he pulled each one into her willing mouth. She kissed him so violently she thought she'd torn one those precious fruits she cherished so deeply.

She kissed him with lips,
with teeth,
with tongue,
with arms,
with breasts,
knees,
thighs and ankles.

Their teeth clashed against each other she was so eager to abuse her senses to feel more of him.
See more of him
Taste more of him

She could see him seeing her. His honey colored eyes coating her with his piercing gaze. He stared at her, into her. She could see him seeing her and was afraid of what he'd observe. She could see him looking at all the flaws on her scarred body, mind, and heart.  He could see the things she hid so well from everyone else but could never hide from him. He was still there, still devouring her, still drugging her and her senses.

She could smell his delicious sweat that dripped down his pulsing jugular and rested in a pool in his collarbone. His scent always reminded her of her greatest and worst decisions all in one. With him, she was always her most authentic self and he devoured her in spite of it. She slurped the puddle of nectar up greedily. She could smell the cocktail of his scent mixing with hers creating a nerve gas that lulled her to do whatever he wanted to
but still couldn't hear a thing.
Couldn't hear the sweet nothings she felt him whispering in her neck.
Couldn't hear the longing he mumbled into the sweet spot behind her ear.
Couldn't hear the murmurred melody of moans, the harmony they'd purr as her eyess rolled all the way up into her head.

She could feel her own wetness drowning them both and feel the delight he felt as he rode each wave of their pleasure deeper and deeper inside.
Feel the skin break under her nails as she digs in as he digs in.
Feels the teeth sink into her skin as if his last name was Cullen.

He stole her hearing so that she would only hear him.
And he did it so artfully.
Hear only the growl in his voie when he beckoned her to come closer.
Hear only the longing in his pauses when he spoke to her.
Hear only the possession that was implied in his touch.
Hear how he grabbed hold and pulled her closer than close just......then.

Her missing sense came flooding back to her.
She thought herself dead, killed by him without even trying because all she heard was angels singing. She thought herself dead and surely in paradise because she what she heard was so powerful and strong and unlike anything she'd ever heard before.
She thought herself dead until she felt something warm and wet in the just under her chin and realized she wasn't dead at all.
At least not literally. Le petit mort.

She could hear again, hear him whispering to her....
and she whispered back....

"Again?"

-tygerlily

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Whoa Black Betty....

"i'm sooo rocksteady, bamalam, but i'm always ready." #lilyremixes



i don't mind the newer versions either....