Dreams...

... A few mornings ago I had the strangest dream, it involved a guy I go to school with but don't really know, an auditorium of some sort that was semi crowded and knee buckling...
So for some reason I was up against the stage reading from a script, but the space between the stage and said guy was extremely narrow, long story short I ended up sitting in ol' dudes lap whilst I read my piece, there may or may not have been some waist winding involved... I stand up but my lower half is obscured by his body, he grabs my waist and plants the softest yet firmest most passionate kisses ever right between my back dimples (I know I'm not the only person with those right???) and my knees buckle and I'm back in his lap and he keeps kissing my back moving higher and higher as I descend..Then he asks about some books I was supposed to send him... Then I woke up... Shit just felt way to real, like I felt my knees give way and shivers flow up my spine... Now I realize, I need that passion and slight sneakiness... Where are you Love???

~Boogie~

Two Words...

Raw Passion...



This Is Brook Yung...
I've been watchin this young man since HBO had the BNV mini documentary thingy poppin off...There is no glass ceiling for this kind of talent and dedication people... Oh yeah he raps too... Here is a link to his blog "The mirrors in my eyes"


Our headers are similar maybe it's a sign...
~Boogie~

Study Break...

Let our first date be in the library
Meet me on the 4th floor in our favorite group study room
So we can slam our hearts out
Let the passion in our voices draw a crowd of our peers
Too hopped up on caffeine and fast food to remember
What true love sounds like
Faces pressed up against the glass
Like children watching the world whiz by train windows
Filled with wonder of whats on the other side but
Know better than to question it
Let our words bellow like Barry White's voice and wake
Anyone with the luck to be sleeping before 12am on a school night
Spilling our hearts onto the chalkboards
And letting them run down the walls
Damn the cleaning crew is gonna hate us
My Moon, Let me be the first to explore your dark side
So I can chart every crater left in your heart by those before me
Just so I can remember what makes you who you are
And yes, I'll be your star, much younger and brighter than the sun and
Guaranteed to last as long as you do
Don't worry, when I end, my supernova will envelop you
Yeah baby, I'm taking you with me.
Look it's the security guard, the library's closing
All that remains of our audience are face prints
And empty coffee cups
Yo, the cleaning crew really is gonna hate us
Oh well,
Date number two is on you