Posts Tagged With: hanging out

Room Service


I know you like every inch of this room.

I know you like every inch of this room.

Made a living inside this room
Found my way with your eyes
Lips pressed against your forehead
You’re no stranger, I know you like every inch of this room
I’ll meet your needs & all that’s in between
What I do, I do for you

Hand to cheek, holding your smile in place
Been this way since we set foot in this place
Fingers running through your hair as though chasing after a dream
But I haven’t left your side, no not even once
Kiss me & we’ll jump & touch the sky

Legs draped over mine, we’re past the point of worrying about crossing lines
Feel my breath escape into you, I’ll keep your soul warm
I don’t have to leave tonight
I just want to know the world inside you
It’s not this place, it’s the company that you’ll keep always

For every laugh, there’s a purpose
For every story, there’s a listener
For every worry, there’s a bright side
For every tear, there’s a capacity for love
Tell me what you want

I’m here to give you what you want
What if I could be what you want?
Ask for me & I’ll be there

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Who’s Counting


I don’t know where you came from, but I know where you should be.
Its not a question of where you’ve been, but of whether you’d like to kick it with me?
You weren’t on my radar for months at a time, but now that I’ve picked you up, I want you all the time.
When we’re together our hands move around like the long and short hands on a clock, from the top to the bottom and back around again.
No matter when or how we start it off, we always end up wanting more time together to make up for the minutes we’ve spent apart.

What is up with this friction between us?
Every time we get close we create heat like a sunny day on Miami Beach.
Its all about those early mornings and late nights when we get together and even with no sleep, we both have never felt better.
I don’t know what you’re on, but I’m running on nothing but your touch and constant teasing, so let me continue to run on ‘E’.
I don’t plan on asking where you’re going because I know that you’ll end up with me.
I can’t replace the space that you fill so effortlessly.

So tell me who’s counting the steps it took:
To get here & to stay near.
To feel you inside me even when you’re not near.
To catch your scent in the air & wander around aimlessly, intoxicated by your presence.
It’s all about you these days, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
It is all about you today and everyday afterwards, if I have my way.
Tell me how can I count anything that you do when you’re so priceless.

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Love Is The Game & The Prize


Ever since my VD experience (Valentine’s Day, not the other kind of VD or Vampire Diaries), I have been wondering where I stand with the many women in my life. I love many women, but am in love with few. Last night I had a chat with two of my closest friends who will be getting married to each other later this year (congrats once again), and they gave me some good advice. One thing that stuck with me was “If you’re close to each other just ask her directly”. I already do that when we talk about everything else, so why can’t I be direct when it comes to us?

I think that part of my hesitancy stems from not knowing how to gauge the way she treats me vs other guys. Yes, its me vs the world, only the world doesn’t know it yet! With most girls I can get a feel for their intentions towards me based on the way they look and talk with me or how affectionate they are. It’s like my Attraction GPS is off when it comes to her, yet somehow she always finds her way to me. I don’t want to take things for granted. I have no shame, so I can deal with being wrong about her and laugh it off over drinks and awkward stories. Oh the things we do.

Love is the game and the prize, and I am but one player (and no I don’t mean “Playa”).

Maybe someone can answer this question for me. When does “hanging out” become “dating”?

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