1999, ENTRY 21

The feelings of this body of mine drag me up past what little is left of the drugs...

So here I am. I hear the wind, blowing around the building battering the brickwork and the roof tiles..

I do not understand why you... so solid and as stable as bedrock ,.....should allow me to anchor myself so deep within you... I who am the tempest and the storm... I who fly the winds where others plough the earth. I who embody feeling and emotion and instinct with not one practical thing about me stumbling from one disaster to another yet always just scraping by... Why let me tie myself within you?

A day to face.. one moment at a time.. each moment flavoured with you.. in all, through all. Your voice .. I am so sorry I laughed so loud.. YOUR voice tells me when NOT to push it.. I felt the rock hard core of you.. I knew NOT to push.. still it made me laugh. I smile thinking about it... nice to know there is a point you will no longer let me spin webs around you... shivers.. you DO know me!!

Need..

I need you
and as for this NO SEX garbage.. regardless of what doctors say honey, if sex is what I want..*EG**..
**leavesit up to your imagination..**