May 04, 2004 21:34
I was looking through some of my college papers for a friend. She wants to start up a daycare center in our town. She wanted to know if I knew what classes/information I had that would help in the situation. So, I was looking to see what I could find. I'm going to make copies for her, and drop them off at her workplace. I don't know if what I have will help, but it's worth a shot.
While I was going through my stuff I found an old folded piece of paper. How I would love to take a clean, white, sheet of paper and just scribble down my thoughts during class. I also love moments like I had earlier today. When I find that paper years later, completely forgotten, and it becomes new again.
What I wrote during blah, blah, blah, sessions:
Your soft skin
Your warm touch
The electricity between us
My desire for you
My heart that never left your side
Your carmexed lips
Those concealing jeans
That unforgettable smile
That drew me in, hook-line-and sinker
And still does everytime we meet