Skin.

I guess I think I'll post about this song tomorrow.

But for now, lets just listen and read these lyrics:
(and if you know me well enough, you already know not to think im goin crazy here)

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Verse 1:
The mood is set,
So you already know what's next.
TV on blast,
Turn it down,
Turn it down.
Don't want it to clash,
With my body screaming now.
I know you hearin' it,
You got me moaning now.
I got a secret that I wanna show you, oh.
I got a secret so imma drop em to the floor, oh.

Hook:
No teasin,
You waited long enough.
Go deep,
Imma throw it at ya,
Can't catch it.
Don't hold back,
You know I like it rough.
Know I'm feelin ya, huh.
Know you liking it, huh.

Chorus:
So why you standing over there with ya clothes on,
Baby strip down for me,
Go on take em off.
Don't worry baby,
Imma meet you half way,
Cause I know you wanna see me.

Verse 2:
Almost there,
So baby don't stop what you're doing.
Softer than a motha
Boy I know you wanna touch.
Breathing down my neck,
I can tell ya wanna -
And now you want it like,
Want you to feel it now.
I got a secret that I wanna show you, ooh.
I got a secret so imma drop em to the floor, ooh.

Hook:
No teasin,
You waited long enough.
Go deep,
Imma throw it at ya,
Can't catch it.
Don't hold back,
You know I like it rough.
Know I'm feelin ya, huh.
Know you liking it, huh.

Chorus:
So why you standing over there with ya clothes on,
Baby strip down for me,
Go on take em off.
Don't worry baby,
Imma meet you half way,
Cause I know you wanna see me.

Chorus 2:
No heels,
No shirt,
No skirt,
All I'm in is just skin.
No jeans,
Take em off,
Wanna feel your skin.
You a beast, oh.
You know that I like that.
Come on baby,
All I wanna see you in is just skin.

Bridge:
All in baby,
Don't hold nothing back.
Wanna take control,
Nothing wrong with that.
Say you liking how I feel,
Ain't gotta tell me that.
Just put your skin baby on my skin.

Chorus 2:
No heels,
No shirt,
No skirt,
All I'm in is just skin.
No jeans,
Take em off,
Wanna feel your skin.
You a beast, oh.
You know that I like that.
Come on baby,
All I wanna see you in is just skin.

No heels,
No shirt,
No skirt,
All I'm in is just skin.
No jeans,
Take em off,
Wanna feel your skin.
You a beast, oh.
You know that I like that.
Come on baby,
All I wanna see you in is just skin.
All I wanna see you in is just skin.
All I wanna see you in is just skin.
All I wanna see you in
All I wanna see you in is your skin, oh.

breathtaking.

I'm so not sure why I'm making this such a big deal; I guess I tend to mix and mingle with men of "few words."  But I went out on a limb and sent this photo to a friend and he responded that I was "breathtaking."  So I decided to do my own research on the word:


?Breathtaking: [breth-tey-king] –adjective

• thrillingly beautiful
• remarkable
• astonishing
• exciting

Origin: 1875-80

So I'm wondering, what happened in the late 1870's that caused someone to coin the word "breathtaking"?

• Stalin was born (yeah, that guy)
• The lightbulb, telephone & phonograph was invented
• Gold is discovered in South Dakota
• Rockefeller organizes the Standard Oil Trust

But I'm not quite sure my looks would exactly fit into that category of landmark events that were probably breathtaking in a sense.

Then again, maybe the word came to fruition at a wedding where a groom was overcome with emotion upon seeing his bride, and the following exchange occurred at the reception:

Groom: I, I just don't know what to say. You, you are just...

Bride: Oh dear.

Groom: When I'm around you, I can barely breathe

Bride: Like you've lost your breath?

Groom: Like you've taken it away.. You're breath-taking.

But I'm 100% positive I don't fit there either.
But maybe I just gotta learn how to take a compliment.


Pass me an inhaler.

 

Let it be.

You ever get the feeling that something is beginning?

You ask all the right questions, and get all the right conversations.

But am I the only one who looks at that same order of events and thinks it's too good to be true?
Because it's happened too many times. I get hype for no reason at all.
So I'm gonna down-play it as much as possible.

So to me, its not a beginning... it just is.

Love From Afar

Well hello blog, it's been almost 2 months since my last confession.

And might I say these 2 months have been eventful to say the least. And now I am pushing through to finish out this semester and complete my undergraduate education at the Mecca of Black Excellence.

So with the stress upon my shoulders, I'm trying to find the energy to strive.  Somewhere in my college career I seem to have lost my ambition for knowledge; I've grown tired and weary of formulae, complex numbers, and variables in the form of greek letters.

Where do I go from here?
I have 5 weeks left to push through. I gotta find it somewhere in me.

In other news... I think the love that lies dormant in me is really longing to be acknowledged. But there's so much going on in my life with school that I just don't feel like I have the time to enjoy my other feelings at all.

So 'til December.... I'll love from afar.

Cloak.

Heartless hollow hearts
Lashing out just to cover
Insecurity.

Hello, I'm.... Single.

So I already know the cliche "let go and let God"... but I'm pretty sure even He knows me well enough to know what's on my mind: I'm over being single.

Yeah, I can't lie.  I was a part of that whole "Irreplaceable/ If I Were a Boy/ Single Ladies" Beyonce train but.. I think I'm over it. I'm more ready for my own saved, twenty-something Jay-Z.  But I guess when I think about my life, I have a couple of warning signs that are probably blaring loudly at all of my recent "dating" pals since I've hopped back in the selection pool:

1. I'm most likely not settling in D.C. post-grad.
So, I guess this is a huge issue for dudes trying to get serious with me.  I am like a nomad, with no real direction except for the fact that my stay in the Nation's Capital is more than possibly coming close to an end over the next year.  I'm graduating from (the real) HU in December, and all the grad programs I'm applying for are out of the DMV area.  You can say I'm doing me, but I have subsequently cut off the possibility of a real relationship because most guys, while already unwilling to commit, probably wouldn't commit to someone who is planning to bounce anyway.


2. I'm picky.
I have the weirdest likes and dislikes and by all means, I am flexible on many levels at what I'd accept, but the fact is, if a guy doesn't meet one of my strong desires, I can't even fake-like him.  I know a lot of girls have that uncanny ability to lead guys on and front... I mean Pharell dedicated a whole track to those types, but I just don't possess that skill.  Once I'm turned off, I go cold and it's hard to go back.  So that shuts me off from "giving him a shot" and yeah, it probably shuts down my window of opportunity.  But I'm a stickler for what I like, and I know God will send me the desire of my heart.  I'm convinced the one for me will stick out like a sore thumb. (Wishful thinking?)


3. Well.... I guess that's it.

So what does that mean for single me?  Am I destined to spend this next year in social purgatory?
We'll just have to wait.  But until then, this same dialogue will continue to play out:

Him: Hey, I'm Chris.
Me: Hey, I'm.... Single.

Dormant Love.

Thought I was over you
The possibility of us washed by the
Ocean of road blocks and why nots
But in my subconscious my love lingers
Sleeping softly
Waiting to exhale
And inhale the aroma of love.


-Still sleeping.