Michael...
I touch your soft, smooth, warm skin. My fingers tingle, my heart skips a beat. You're blissfully asleep. Your beautiful face arest and calm. Gourgous chocolate cloloured, almond-shaped eyes closed. Full, pillow lips silghtly opened, breathing quiet breaths. Your cute, silky black curls fall to the side and infront of you angel face.
I wonder what you dream about... Songs, world peace.. all of these beautiful things.
You do a deep sigh, slightly making me jump. You're an angel. I trace your perfect jawline. I wonder if you can feel my gentle touches? If you can, do you like it? I gently move your hair from your face and behind your ear.
Suddenly, you move and your big, warm arms wrap around me. Your scent is deliciously intoxicating. Your body is so warm. ... I'm in Heaven. My heart is racing. Your heartbeat is musical.
I really wish we could be together. I just want to be able to kiss your lips. To maybe just kiss your cheek. And to feel your lips on mine. In just three years... We could be together.
But you... DO you Love me like I Love you? Are you happier when I'm around? Are you sadder when I'm not? Does your heart race at the speed of light when we're close? Do you get shivers at my every word?
I wish we were closer in age...
Your harmonious heartbeat and breath lull me to sleep.
***
I wake up to the murmured sounds of The Three Stooges and your angelic giggles.
"Good morning!" you give me that beautiful Smile. "Sleep well?"
"Yes," I yawn, putting my hand over my mouth.
"Your mother's coming over at 3 to pick you up for your violin lessons," You inform me, a sort of sad tone in your voice.
"Damn," I sigh and sit up.
"I know," you look at me. Your eyes are amazing. I'm actually lost for a minute until a bonk! on ther TV scares me. You giggle. I'm still tired. I lean on you, and we snuggle and watch TV. Curly's having Trouble with his sweater.
"So," your sweet voice sounds unsure how to start. "Have you found you Girlfriend or boyfriend yet?"
"I have my eye on people..." I blush, not wanting to make it odd. You seem dissapointed. I can tell.
"Like who?" You have that ooh, tell me! voice that you use to cover it up.
"A guy and a girl," I say, giggling and playing with your bed-headed curls. You say, with an amazing chuckle that I'm being cryptic. "Why do you need to know?"
"So if they hurt you, I can get my bodyguards to teach them a lesson," you say in all seriousness. Your eyes have dulled a bit (this happens when you're serious about things like this) and your mouth is pressed in a firm line. Your eyes are looking straight into mine, pleading, If they even look at you in a way you don't like, you tell me. "I really don't wanna see you hurt, Adds." Your eyes get their sparkly-ness (new word :D) back as I hug you. I can feel your heart beat as fast as mine. "Thank you, Michael..." I say softly as you stroke my hair with your hand and whisper, "You're welcome..." Then you say, "You mean so much to me... I don't like seeing you hurt... It makes my stomach twist."
You're so sweet... I nod and you kiss my forehead gently. You have no idea how many Butterflies are in my stomach right now. How Happy I feel, just from that little kiss on the forehead. I can't describe at all my feelings, Michael.
Your caring eyes look into mine. "If you're hurt, physically, emotionally, or-"
"I know, Mike..." I say, sorry to interrupt. "You tell me that every day..."
"Do I tell you that You're My Best Friend everyday?" you ask, a sweet Smile on your face that almost makes me lose my breath.
"Yes," I laugh. "Twice."
"I'm gonna up it to three," then that grin you give me literally makes me have to catch my breath. I giggle. "What's the occasion?"
"You," you say simply.
I'm so happy I'm your best friend and you're mine. We share secrets, play games and giggle with eachother. Just being close to you is amazing. I thank God everyday for you. I've prayed, ever since I heard your voice to meet you.
My prayers have been answered.
*~* End of part one! *~*
If I get good reviews, more than 3 likes and maybe some constructive critisism (wtf, I dont think that's how you spell it 0-0) and help with spelling errors, I'll make more! :D
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I touch your soft, smooth, warm skin. My fingers tingle, my heart skips a beat. You're blissfully asleep. Your beautiful face arest and calm. Gourgous chocolate cloloured, almond-shaped eyes closed. Full, pillow lips silghtly opened, breathing quiet breaths. Your cute, silky black curls fall to the side and infront of you angel face.
I wonder what you dream about... Songs, world peace.. all of these beautiful things.
You do a deep sigh, slightly making me jump. You're an angel. I trace your perfect jawline. I wonder if you can feel my gentle touches? If you can, do you like it? I gently move your hair from your face and behind your ear.
Suddenly, you move and your big, warm arms wrap around me. Your scent is deliciously intoxicating. Your body is so warm. ... I'm in Heaven. My heart is racing. Your heartbeat is musical.
I really wish we could be together. I just want to be able to kiss your lips. To maybe just kiss your cheek. And to feel your lips on mine. In just three years... We could be together.
But you... DO you Love me like I Love you? Are you happier when I'm around? Are you sadder when I'm not? Does your heart race at the speed of light when we're close? Do you get shivers at my every word?
I wish we were closer in age...
Your harmonious heartbeat and breath lull me to sleep.
***
I wake up to the murmured sounds of The Three Stooges and your angelic giggles.
"Good morning!" you give me that beautiful Smile. "Sleep well?"
"Yes," I yawn, putting my hand over my mouth.
"Your mother's coming over at 3 to pick you up for your violin lessons," You inform me, a sort of sad tone in your voice.
"Damn," I sigh and sit up.
"I know," you look at me. Your eyes are amazing. I'm actually lost for a minute until a bonk! on ther TV scares me. You giggle. I'm still tired. I lean on you, and we snuggle and watch TV. Curly's having Trouble with his sweater.
"So," your sweet voice sounds unsure how to start. "Have you found you Girlfriend or boyfriend yet?"
"I have my eye on people..." I blush, not wanting to make it odd. You seem dissapointed. I can tell.
"Like who?" You have that ooh, tell me! voice that you use to cover it up.
"A guy and a girl," I say, giggling and playing with your bed-headed curls. You say, with an amazing chuckle that I'm being cryptic. "Why do you need to know?"
"So if they hurt you, I can get my bodyguards to teach them a lesson," you say in all seriousness. Your eyes have dulled a bit (this happens when you're serious about things like this) and your mouth is pressed in a firm line. Your eyes are looking straight into mine, pleading, If they even look at you in a way you don't like, you tell me. "I really don't wanna see you hurt, Adds." Your eyes get their sparkly-ness (new word :D) back as I hug you. I can feel your heart beat as fast as mine. "Thank you, Michael..." I say softly as you stroke my hair with your hand and whisper, "You're welcome..." Then you say, "You mean so much to me... I don't like seeing you hurt... It makes my stomach twist."
You're so sweet... I nod and you kiss my forehead gently. You have no idea how many Butterflies are in my stomach right now. How Happy I feel, just from that little kiss on the forehead. I can't describe at all my feelings, Michael.
Your caring eyes look into mine. "If you're hurt, physically, emotionally, or-"
"I know, Mike..." I say, sorry to interrupt. "You tell me that every day..."
"Do I tell you that You're My Best Friend everyday?" you ask, a sweet Smile on your face that almost makes me lose my breath.
"Yes," I laugh. "Twice."
"I'm gonna up it to three," then that grin you give me literally makes me have to catch my breath. I giggle. "What's the occasion?"
"You," you say simply.
I'm so happy I'm your best friend and you're mine. We share secrets, play games and giggle with eachother. Just being close to you is amazing. I thank God everyday for you. I've prayed, ever since I heard your voice to meet you.
My prayers have been answered.
*~* End of part one! *~*
If I get good reviews, more than 3 likes and maybe some constructive critisism (wtf, I dont think that's how you spell it 0-0) and help with spelling errors, I'll make more! :D
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I love Michael. Not for his stardom(ok maybe) but for his amazing voice his moves, like water. I don't know why so many people hate him. I don't know why they sent him to jail. I don't know why.... ALL YOU MJ FANS, keep up the work. I HAVE BEEN A MJ FAN FOR 12 years, It won't and I mean WON'T stop. I am happy he was on Earth for so many years. Michael, Rest in Peace, one day, You will come back.
WE ALL SHOULD BE GRATEFUL OF MICHAELS WAY OF LIFE, THE PAIN AND MISERY, THE WAYS HE WAS TREATED,BECAUSE, LOOK WHAT THE CRUEL WORLD HAS DONE TO OUR BELOVED MICHAEL JACKSON, THE CRUEL WORLD KILLED HIM, NOW ITS OUR JOB TO TELL HIS NON FANS WHAT HE DID FOR US! ONE GLORIOUS DAY, THE WHOLE WORLD WILL LOVE HIM AS MUCH AS YOU AND I.
WE ALL SHOULD BE GRATEFUL OF MICHAELS WAY OF LIFE, THE PAIN AND MISERY, THE WAYS HE WAS TREATED,BECAUSE, LOOK WHAT THE CRUEL WORLD HAS DONE TO OUR BELOVED MICHAEL JACKSON, THE CRUEL WORLD KILLED HIM, NOW ITS OUR JOB TO TELL HIS NON FANS WHAT HE DID FOR US! ONE GLORIOUS DAY, THE WHOLE WORLD WILL LOVE HIM AS MUCH AS YOU AND I.
