torture would be: sharing space with a drunken, stoned, blumbering idiot, who keeps me distracted with innane questions and borrows my clothes without permission... oh wait, thats my life already. okay, i guess, torture is, um, shaving with a blunt razor.
i'll invite you in if: your kisses aren't as urgent as you feel, if the wine's already gotten to my head. if you want to meet my dogs.
if you bring me roses: i'll pull off some petals and run them over my skin. find a vase and a place in the sun, let them dry and press them between pages in my journal. but i might ask for lilies next time.
i can't help but: grin when i know your nervous. laugh at inappropriate times. want to be kissed goodnight.
i'll smile: when i'm teasing you, to keep from crying.
if i could change one thing about myself: i wouldn't be as stubborn, or as willing to give up on things. i'd be a better driver. i'd be able to whistle.
the last thing i do before i go to bed: kiss, kiss. say my prayers. push repeat on my cd player and hunker down between fluffy pillows.
i sleep in: mostly a tank-top and panties. often an old tee-shirt. sometimes nothing at all :)
my first thought in the morning is: damn, what time is it?
i crave: chinese take-out, (chicken lo mein or spicy chicken eggplant, yum), a southewest steak bowl from taco bell...oh, i crave your tongue on my skin. your hands in my hair. tonight i crave your lips.
i'll do anything you ask: if you are family. because sometimes i can't say no... oh, i'll really do anything you ask if you kiss me softly here & here : :points: :
i love: strong hands. hearing your stories. freedom to walk away (or do i hate this?)
i hate: my feet. contradictions. being tickled behind my knees.
i am always: procrastinating. under musical spells. thinking up ways to drive you mad
i would never: cut your hair while you slept. tie you up and cover your body with hot candle wax. forget to send a birthday card. show up on your doorstep uninvited.
when i get to heaven god is going to say: "hey, its you! that white robe looks great with your stilettos. come on in, the angels are bringing us apples dipped in caramel and they want to braid your hair. you're just in time for desert, peach ice cream? double-chocolate fudge brownies? oh, hear that rejoicing?! i sent all the telemarketers to hell"
if i get a second change: i'll love more and fear less. act more and watch less. smile and grin more. say hello to you and you and you. i'll wink at cute boys and kiss longer on first dates. i'll sing and dance and never care who sees. and when i write it all down, i'll be completely honest, i wont ever look away. i'll do it all again, even the things that hurt. oh yes, i'll love you even more. kiss.
the end.