Love Rain Down on Me

Nothing to add from the mindset of Aphie. Yesterday's last post was not very encouraging to her readers, and recent readers, so she intended to disssuade you all from thinking that she is often this distraught, upset and emotional. It has just been an emotional week for everyone lately.


What with the country's call to war, the recent demise of the economy, her pending feminity dripping, and her brother's departure back home leaving her home a hollow soft breath without the clanging of his pitch fork on the plate as he eats breakfast, and the irrespressible problem of hers that looms over her, she has had quite a tough time getting a grip of her mind.


And let us not forget her new crush. Somehow, it keeps her alive, I guess...this crush. It keeps your blood flowing when you suddenly find yourself attracted to somebody, like something to do, something to think about that isn't unhealthy, it's like your heart blooms along with the crush. It makes the world a better place.


But she did put down these words, and asked that they be passed on:


"Kissing, holding, snuggling, snuggling up to someone, feeling their morning breath graze the goosebumps on your pale shoulder, smiling at the freckles rise up on your hands, and nudging them to stop snoring to caress your sensitive organ. I long for that so much. At times I put his face on that body when I daydream about these things, at times, I put no one's face, one face is constant, but sometimes depending on who I am crushing on, one person sometimes takes precendence over his. Its all a big bubble, and I am swirling in it, longing to love, longing for love and comfort to rain down on me in torrential showers. How else should I feel when I woke up listening to this song and fell asleep murmuring words from my psycho super sexy...how else should my body react?"


The song: Jill Scott

love rain down on me,on me, down on me



"...at night we would watch

the stars and he would physically give

me each and every one I felt like

cayenne pepper. Red hot spicy.

I felt dizzy and sonya heaven and miles

between my thighs; better than love

we made delicious

he had me tongue tied

I could hear his rhythm in my thoughts

I was his sharp his horn section his

boom and his dip

and he was my love."