what it feels like.

I do remember briefly speaking on Day 26's self-titled debut album. I listen to it. A lot. Though I love all tracks..today for some strange reason I keep replaying "This Is What It Feels Like". Perhaps because of my sexual strike. THAT'S RIGHT! My boo abstinence & I have been going for about 3.5 months now. I think we might be in love. Maybe the repetition of the song is due to the fact that, well, maybe I forgot what it feels like.

"Summer nights, on the beach, underneath the raindrops, wind blowing through your hair, THIS IS WHAT IT FEELS LIKE "
Wow... a summer night hunh? That already sounds sexy. I think it must be something in the summer night air. Like father wind sprinkles a little bit of lust in it or something. On the beach... well, I'm not a big fan of the beach. Especially the water, the thought of being in it. I'm scared to DEATH of that water! Stingrays, need I say more? But I guess if it's at night, the view of the water must be incredible. I love the view/sound of water. Underneath the raindrops, damn that sounds dope. Wet bodies are sexy. Now for my hair to be wet and the wind is STILL blowing through it is kind of weird. HOW many miles per hour is that wind blowing? Now that I think about it, it sounds like they're basically implying that doing it in Florida in the middle of a hurricane is what it feels like. Great, now I'm imagining my skin stinging from that damn beach sand.

"Rose petals in the tub, listening to your favorite song, every time our bodies touch, THIS IS WHAT IT FEELS LIKE"
Damn. Rose petals in the tub, and my jams are playing? That's real dope. You know what's even better, you cleaning the tub afterwards. :P!

Music. I love slow jams. Your favorite song could be playing, and then your mind just draws blank. There has been several occasions where I'd be sitting at my desk, here a tune, and just zone out. I'm no longer at my desk. I'm now a fly on the bedroom wall watching me do it. It's crazy. I could smell his naturalness (is that a word?) I get goosebumps on my neck. Right on that special spot. Then in this "day-dream" of mine, I open my eyes, and I could see his. Now I'm breathing in the same rhythm as I was then. We're nose to nose, lip to lip. I close my eyes, and I no longer hear my song. I blink, and here I sit, still at my desk, wondering why my day is going so DAMN slow.

SH*T! I don't cheat, but me & abstinence might not be as deep in love as I thought. Damn temptation is a m*tha f*cka.