Greyfire-Valentine

His hands have a habit of finding my hip bones, trailing his river like fingers along my stone smooth skin, his lips do not move, his mouth tells me stories. Mine spend their time tracing the length and breadth of his back in kisses* We travel through lands that never existed before we touched them At temperatures far exceeding in Fahrenheit If only we could understand how lust and geography make such divinely sinful bedmates. ____________________ * One hundred and sixteen

He's perfect He's beautiful He's fun He's a good hugger He's funny He's addictive He's cool He's free He's real He's faithful He's talented He's a listener He's optimistic He's alive But He's her boyfriend She's one of my best friends And He may be perfect But He's not mine

1) To stuff my bra in hopes that you'll see me tonight 2) To dry the tears from my eyes when you don't 3) To blow my nose and try again tomorrow 4) To keep in my pocket just in case 5) To dab my lipstick before our date 6) To fix my mascara after you say you love me 7) To clean my glasses and see the truth on your collar 8) To wipe the crap off of your lips when you swear I'm the only one 9) To use every roll to cover your house in blankets of white 10) To replace the toilet paper I wasted on you

You look at him, He looks at you. All you can do is look away Because whenever you look at him You realize he'll never be yours. And one day you're going to lose him To a girl who's better than you, Prettier than you. No matter how much you wish before going to sleep No matter how much you dream of being his He'll never be yours. Every time you close your eyes You see the same pair of green eyes, And that same mysteriously shy smile. That makes your heart skip a beat He's perfect, you think. "Maybe he doesn't deserve you." They say. Maybe, Or maybe they've got it all wrong. Yes, it isn't that he doesn't deserve me, it's al

The Wolven Pride: We are hunted down as monsters; By legends demonised. We are feared as devilish creatures In your pitiful human eyes... But let me try and teach you Of why we do not fear. Because we actually enjoy it When the hunters seek us here. In the forest we are champions In the night we rule the lands. The hunter becomes the hunted And dies by our hands. Fangs will pierce his fragile throat His flesh is torn to shreds. It is the fear and scent of death That the hunter truly dreads. But we alone shall know no fear For by the moon we shall be blessed. Draped in Luna's loving embrace; We bet our life with every breat

I hate that you're my every thought That I wake with you on my mind And fall asleep To images of your smile I hate that I adore you so With gorgeous eyes And sweet lips I long to taste I hate the way you make me feel Like I need you to survive As if breathing without you Is excruciating I hate that I yearn for you I hunger for your touch Every moment Of every day I hate the way I love you With every beat Of my wretched heart That loving you keeps me alive Yet keeps me alone

In the softness of his hand she lies Her voice hushed by inky sweat The consuming fire lingers over her head If mumbling shatters his message conveys Betrayal to him like a deathly disease Seven paths leap at presumptuous dreams The shaft of his torture still stuck in my vein The arrow of anger I cannot contain - His mercy is powerful and covers me, inches thick - Is it true that death is a blinding light?

Which House Are You In? By Beth McMillan & Andrew Alcala 1) What type of friends do you have? A) Outgoing and/or athletic. B) The friendly kind! Ha ha ha ha! C) The smarter people are my friends. D) People I can do practical jokes with. 2) If somebody was to physically attack you, you would… A) Face them head on. B) Try to talk things out; there is no reason why we can't be friends. C) Call for help while running away. D) Run away, and find that asshole later with a group of your biggest friends. 3) If you were a medieval hero, what weapon would you carry? A) A Sword B) A Staff C) Bow and Arrows D) Daggers 4) What board game