Ok, so maybe it's that time. Maybe I am overly hormonal. I did almost weep when I saw my 53rd pregnant woman in 3 days.
What is taking me over the edge is this man. I just took a deep breath. I am almost floored about how I feel when I see him. He is not necessarily gorgeous. He is attractive, but it is not that. The sound of his voice makes my mind wonder. There are some days when I need to hold myself up. The shape of his back turns me to the "good" book, as I quickly turn to Psalm 81:12. I can't seem to focus. That dude could GET IT! I actually don't think we would have anything to say to each other, of substance, except take your panties off. When we do manage to say more than 2 words, it lacks the substance that I would like. If I was tawdry, I'd ask him to take me down in the elevator. What is it about some men? What does it do to a woman's insides? He just said a number to me, but as he did it, he crossed my path... his voice... the "look down at you" glance... his lips. Good God in heaven... at this rate, He is the only one that is moving me through.
I just can't believe it. I never lust, in fact, I don't remember the last time I had a crush. He is not interested in me and he may actually bore me. All I would do is take off his clothes, so essentially there is nothing for me there, but DAMN IT TO HELL... I love him.
That is it... no great message... no deep insights... just a twinge down there to set the weekend off.
Friday, October 10, 2008
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