tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45749722944333163762009-03-02T02:26:20.193-08:00Living in the MomentSparklehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02292738974030051724Sparkle.Gazelle@gmail.comBlogger101125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574972294433316376.post-12453359107610178172008-08-22T15:51:00.000-07:002008-08-22T15:52:58.408-07:00BECAUSE<span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"><strong>In his eyes,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"><strong>I am brave.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"><strong>because</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"><strong>In his arms</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"><strong>I know strength.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"><strong>In his eyes,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"><strong>I am smart.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"><strong>because</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"><strong>In his arms,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"><strong>I know everything I need to know.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"><strong>In his eyes,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"><strong>There are no flaws.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"><strong>because</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"><strong>In his arms,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"><strong>Everything is perfect.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"><strong>In his eyes,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"><strong>I hung the moon.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"><strong>because</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"><strong>In his arms,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"><strong>He has given me the moon and more.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"><strong>In his eyes,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"><strong>I am beautiful.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"><strong>because</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"><strong>In his arms,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"><strong>I feel so much love.</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4574972294433316376-1245335910761017817?l=factorchic.blogspot.com'/></div>Sparklehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02292738974030051724Sparkle.Gazelle@gmail.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574972294433316376.post-12903149335028505812008-07-23T23:38:00.000-07:002008-07-23T23:42:21.159-07:00A Poem<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">I never thought when I came here</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >that I would find my heart</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >I never thought that you would care</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >and love me from the start.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >I never thought that I would fall</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >for someone without questioning it.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >I never thought that you would believe</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >my love for you would stay.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >I never thought to find anyone</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >just being myself, and true.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >And if I died tomorrow morn</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >I would leave this world in love with you.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Originally - 3/18/08</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" >~</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Sparks</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" >~</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4574972294433316376-1290314933502850581?l=factorchic.blogspot.com'/></div>Sparklehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02292738974030051724Sparkle.Gazelle@gmail.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574972294433316376.post-39217517388651814962008-07-12T13:26:00.000-07:002008-07-12T13:27:59.781-07:00A Sex Poem<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" align="center">A whisper, a sigh</div> <div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" align="center">A wink and a glance</div> <div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" align="center">The glimpse of a thigh</div> <div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" align="center">The thought of romance.</div> <div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" align="center">She moves in a bit closer</div> <div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" align="center">And dances just right</div> <div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" align="center">He longs to hold her</div> <div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" align="center">Long into the night.</div> <div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" align="center">Heart beat quickens</div> <div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" align="center">Eyes shine with lust</div> <div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" align="center">His muscle thickens</div> <div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" align="center">Anticipating a thrust.</div> <div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" align="center">Heartbeats are frantic</div> <div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" align="center">As clothes start to fall</div> <div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" align="center">Each touch is electric</div> <div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" align="center">They both shed it all.</div><div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" align="center">She begs him to enter</div> <div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" align="center">And give her his meat</div><div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" align="center">Swiftly he bends her</div> <div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" align="center">Down over the bed</div> <div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" align="center">Legs spread further</div> <div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" align="center">He thrusts in his head</div> <div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" align="center">He pushes in harder</div> <div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" align="center">She squeezes it tight</div> <div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" align="center">The moan of pleasure</div> <div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" align="center">The sounds of delight</div> <div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" align="center">The rhythm of loving</div> <div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" align="center">The feel of the flesh</div> <div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" align="center">Indescribable feeling</div> <div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" align="center">As two bodies mesh</div> <div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" align="center">Cum rips from his balls</div> <div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" align="center">As he shoots his load.</div> <div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" align="center">Her insides expand as</div> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">She feels him explode.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">PS: Wrap it up!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">~Sparks~</span><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4574972294433316376-3921751738865181496?l=factorchic.blogspot.com'/></div>Sparklehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02292738974030051724Sparkle.Gazelle@gmail.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574972294433316376.post-92002310287560201382008-07-09T23:46:00.000-07:002008-12-12T19:19:41.499-08:00And There You Were.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4bRhXaS0vTM/SHWx--z8N6I/AAAAAAAAAJA/tT7-FfW79xk/s1600-h/FUNNY.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4bRhXaS0vTM/SHWx--z8N6I/AAAAAAAAAJA/tT7-FfW79xk/s320/FUNNY.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221275038576818082" border="0" /></a><br /><p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">I knew I'd see you again. But still, you managed to surprise me. "Hello, my friend,” I said, maintaining unreadable eyes. I refused to let you know the joy I felt at your presence. "Hello, yourself," you answered. </p> <p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">We walked awhile ~ talked about work, life, love. You were your mildly paternalistic, but caring self. And I was drawn, astonished at the transformation. Where was my dark, dying, poetic companion of old? Gone with the wind, you explained. "Ahhh, that is good," I said. I looked down and smiled, truly pleased. </p> <p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">You suggested we continue catching up over a meal. "Sure,” I said. "As a matter of fact, I hear the hotel on the corner has a nice restaurant." Lusty friends had told me tales of pleasant dinners there, before wild romps. I had to giggle to myself when I considered how little you knew of me now. There was a piece of me that truly wanted to show you, but I bit back the desire. What good could come of it? </p> <p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">As the meal flew by, and you told me stories of your world, I noticed you looking at me more deeply. The mixed drink and intensity of your interest brought a flush to my cheeks. Some looks are universal, but I honestly never thought I'd see that look in <em>your</em> eyes. A year of neglect had convinced me of it. I diverted my own eyes and came to some resolve. "Do you have a place to stay?" I asked. "No. I only came to see you," you answered. Amazing, I thought. "Let's check you in," I suggested, "I can afford it, and you must be tired." You began to hem and haw about how you hated the thought of taking advantage of me. "Don't be silly,” I answered. "After all, what are friends for?"</p> <p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">To your room we went. You invited me in. Ahhhh, I thought, as I realized how long I had been waiting for this. You hugged me suddenly, with all the energy of our first exchanges. I was taken off guard by the passion, but perhaps should not have been. One more drink and I knew I would be ready. I sat on the sofa and downed my kamikaze. As I went to place the glass upon the desk, you reached for me and pulled me to you on the bed. Sensually your hands slid over me. Again I was surprised that you should feel so comfortable, but this time I was prepared. "Close your eyes," I whispered. As you did, I rose from the couch and grabbed my scarf. I gently blindfolded you and noted, with delight, your indrawn breath. I grabbed the curtain ties then ~ how convenient ~ and bound your hands and feet to the bedposts. You breathed heavily and whispered my name. "Soon," I answered.</p> <p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">I walked to the desk, wrested pen from my purse, and found the hotel stationery. With a satisfied smile, I wrote, "And now you know better, my <em>friend</em>, than to FUCK with ME." I gently placed my note on the desk, gathered my things, and slammed the door shut on my way out.</p> <p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">I sometimes wonder how long it took for you to be freed, but then I think, "Not nearly long enough."</p><p style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">~Sparks~</span><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4574972294433316376-9200231028756020138?l=factorchic.blogspot.com'/></div>Sparklehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02292738974030051724Sparkle.Gazelle@gmail.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574972294433316376.post-52625606641085297032008-06-04T16:12:00.000-07:002008-06-04T16:17:29.239-07:00You Give Me Something<span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong>You want to stay with me in the morning<br />You only hold me when I sleep,<br />I was meant to tread the water<br />Now I've gotten in too deep,<br />For every piece of me that wants you<br />Another piece backs away.<br /><br />'Cause you give me something<br />That makes me scared, alright,<br />This could be nothing<br />But I'm willing to give it a try,<br />Please give me something<br />'Cause someday I might know my heart.<br /><br />You already waited up for hours<br />Just to spend a little time alone with me,<br />And I can say I've never bought you flowers<br />I can't work out what the mean,<br />I never thought that I'd love someone,<br />That was someone else's dream.<br /><br />'Cause you give me something<br />That makes me scared, alright,<br />This could be nothing<br />But I'm willing to give it a try,<br />Please give me something,<br />'Cause someday I might call you from my heart,<br />But it might me a second too late,<br />And the words I could never say<br />Gonna come out anyway.<br /></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong>'Cause you give me something....<br /></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">James Morrison</span><br /><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fzYfjUQAAWk&amp;hl=" width="250" height="200" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></embed><br /></span></strong></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong><span style="color:#ffcccc;"></span></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4574972294433316376-5262560664108529703?l=factorchic.blogspot.com'/></div>Sparklehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02292738974030051724Sparkle.Gazelle@gmail.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574972294433316376.post-6899941223628139672008-04-25T23:54:00.000-07:002008-04-26T00:12:57.903-07:00UNTITLED<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" > <p>How do you know when your heart breaks?</p> <p>It's simple really, the emptiness surrounds you till you just want to scream.</p> <p>The ripping feeling emitting from your heart is unbearable,</p> <p>the tearing of your soul leaves a sick and twisted feeling in your stomach that does not go away.</p> <p>You cry, and you cry until there is nothing left and you feel as though your shedding dust from your eyes.</p> <p>You may do things normally you would not do. </p> <p>All for the sake of the love you've lost, or in so many ways a love you never will or feel you have.</p> <p>For all the talking in the world cannot fix what's been done, you cannot take back words that have been already spoken, things that have already been done.</p> <p>A friend said these exacts words to me "For those that have had this heartbreak I say to you, you may feel as though you've found your one but as I have learned, many of us NEVER find that one, because there is no ONE for us..not all princesses will find their frog princes, life ain't that fair!" </p> <p>You may have felt it, you may have thought it but feelings and thinking do nothing but cloud the judgment, the better judgment that you've relied on for so long to see you through.</p> </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4574972294433316376-689994122362813967?l=factorchic.blogspot.com'/></div>Sparklehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02292738974030051724Sparkle.Gazelle@gmail.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574972294433316376.post-83755341081493450082008-04-03T09:35:00.000-07:002008-12-12T19:19:41.767-08:00Even As We Lie<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4bRhXaS0vTM/R_UK2jz5yrI/AAAAAAAAAIw/mbeywdssnHI/s1600-h/n837555651_1129188_9327.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4bRhXaS0vTM/R_UK2jz5yrI/AAAAAAAAAIw/mbeywdssnHI/s320/n837555651_1129188_9327.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185062478429145778" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" >We meet in heated seclusion</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" ><br />Can ever bodies share one skin?</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" ><br />Urgent darkness, sweet compulsion</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" ><br />None without - complete within</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" ><br /><br />A private sphere that beholds us</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;"> </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" >To the look of a depthless eye</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" ><br />With only breath between us</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" ><br />No less than truth can e'er belie</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" ><br /><br />The urgency upon us</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" ><br />When time is precious, near</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;"> </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" >At hand I take you willing</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;"> </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" >'Cross the threshold of our fears</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;"> </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" >Pain and pleasure, binded</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" ><br />To each other, heart and mind</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" ><br />To worlds that we left blinded</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" ><br />To thoughts we left behind</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" ><br /><br />Heedless to the dying day</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" ><br />The stars that crowd above</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" ><br />Touch upon our naked skins</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" ><br />And crown our tender love</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" ><br /><br />And after, as the day breaks</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;"> </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" >Its tendrils cross the sky</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;"> </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" >I lay and watch you sleeping</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" ><br />A bittersweet 'Goodbye'</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;"> </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" >Upon us with the morning</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;"> </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;">Even as we lie</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;"> </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;"><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I'm sorry for not updating..I've been lazy and busy too...pls bear with me.</span></span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4574972294433316376-8375534108149345008?l=factorchic.blogspot.com'/></div>Sparklehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02292738974030051724Sparkle.Gazelle@gmail.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574972294433316376.post-32230096291616972052008-03-11T11:48:00.000-07:002008-03-14T06:58:51.423-07:00Sun rise...<span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">It’s 4:30am.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">We’re currently sitting in the back seat of my friend’s car, with him on my right, myself in the middle, and my two friends in the front seats. The music is so loud that the bass nearly shakes the car as we head through the downtown district towards the highway.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">We’re returning from a club, dressed to kill. I am wearing a tiny red miniskirt with garters that hold up matching leggings. Garters drive him mad.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">I look at him; he’s staring out the window lost in thought, completely missing the conversation and any questions directed at him. I know exactly what’s on his mind.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">I swing my right leg to cross over his left leg; his hand begins to gently rub my knee. I can’t wait until we get back to his house...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">The thought sends tingles through me…I take his hand and guide it up to my inner thigh. His hand begins to draw closer and closer to my pussy. I smile to myself and after a few minutes, I take my sweater off and put it across my lap.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">I can feel the warmth growing between my legs. It takes him only seconds to move his hand from my inner thigh to my pussy. He begins to rub through the material, I’m sure he can feel my wetness begin to soak through my underwear. It feels so good…I’m so glad I wore a skirt tonight.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">He’s leaning back into his seat, his eyes closed. I call his name, he doesn’t hear me.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">As he rubs, he gently increases the pressure, he’s rubbing my clit; it’s getting harder and harder to concentrate on the conversation in the car, so I withdraw from it and let my friends in the front of the car talk between themselves. I lean back and enjoy what my boy is doing to me. Suddenly, I feel him quickly push my underwear to the side and thrust a finger into me. I try my best not to gasp out loud, but a small sound escapes my lips. Luckily, the music covers it; my friends are still oblivious.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">He’s looking at me now, a mischievous half-grin, and those eyes, burning intensely into me. He’s so good at this…he always hits the right places, without fail, every time. I fight to keep myself from squirming as his fingers work inside me. The pressure continues to build within me and I have to pull his hand away before I become too obvious. He gives me a disappointed look.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">I lean over and whisper in his ear how I can’t wait until we’re home; he responds by telling me that he could take me now, in this car. He’s so horny.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">I let my hand graze his leg, sliding up to briefly run my fingers across the large bulge in his jeans. It gets me so hot; feeling how hard he is. His fingers instantly start rubbing at my clit through my underwear again.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">I’m going to explode if we don’t get home soon. I need him inside me right now. I know he’s thinking the same.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">Finally the car pulls up outside his house. We get out and wave goodbyes to our friends as they drive off.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">As soon as we make it inside, we start undoing belts and taking off coats. We nearly dash toward his room, and I jump onto the bed and sit up on my knees. He’s standing at the foot of the bed. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">Not sure where to start, I help him take his shirt off with one hand, while I let my free hand grope at the massive bulge in his jeans. Once his shirt is off, I go for his pants as he pulls my shirt off. Still on my knees, I lean up and we start kissing madly as I grind my hips into his. He pushes me back onto the bed, his body arching over mine. I run my hands over his muscular shoulders as he pushes my tiny skirt up, my underwear to the side, and thrusts his fingers deep inside me once again. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">My back arches in ecstasy and I let out a moan, my hands wrapping around his back, pulling him closer to me and his fingers deeper inside me. I can feel his fingers on my G-spot, tantalizing and almost immobilizing. It’s so good, but I still want more. His rock hard cock is pressing against my leg, I take it in one hand and begin to pump, up and down. My free hand wanders down his back and begins to pull his boxers down.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">We finally let go of each other for long enough to strip his boxers off and remove my bra and skirt. He leaves my garters on; because just looking at them turns him on.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">Once again, he pushes me back down onto the bed as he gets on his knees, between my legs. Grabbing one of my breasts with his hand, and his throbbing dick in the other, he guides himself into me.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">I feel him enter me, gently pushing into me. I feel his entire length sliding into me, as he fills me up completely. I let out a moan as I angle my hips up toward him. I know he’s trying his best to hold back from just fucking me as hard as he can. He slowly pulls out, as I issue another sigh of pleasure. He loses control and forcefully thrusts back into me, quickly driving himself in and out.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">God…it’s so amazing! He leans over and pins my wrists down to keep me from moving in my pleasure. He slows down to tease me. Annoyed, I raise my head to bite his neck. It drives him crazy. He lets out a low moan and once again loses control and begins to fuck me as hard as he can, letting go of my wrists. I put my arms around him. Pulling him down to me.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">I can feel everything. His hard dick is rubbing past my G-spot with every quick thrust, driving me to orgasm. Unable to hold back my back arches and my body involuntarily convulses as I bite his shoulder to keep from screaming as the waves of pleasure hit me, again and again, unrelenting with every movement he makes inside of me. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">Without giving me a chance to recover, he pins my wrists once again, holding them in one hand above our heads, so tightly it hurts. He lifts one of my legs above his shoulder and begins to pump into me again, his other hand on my hip. He knows I always come like this. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">It only takes a few minutes until I’m coming again, unable to move and letting out a small scream. Seconds later he comes too, the contractions in my pussy from my orgasm too much for him. I can feel his muscles tighten, his eyes close as he leans forward as he thrusts as far into me as he can letting out a low, sexy, guttural moan.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">He collapses onto me as we gasp for breath. He kisses me and we smile at each other.Outside, the velvety darkness has begun to give way to light. The sun will be rising soon.I turn to look at him. “So, when’s round two?” I ask.</span></strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;">Y'all know this is just the writer in me, right? ...Just checking.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4574972294433316376-3223009629161697205?l=factorchic.blogspot.com'/></div>Sparklehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02292738974030051724Sparkle.Gazelle@gmail.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574972294433316376.post-5255373395949195072008-02-08T11:21:00.000-08:002008-12-12T19:19:42.488-08:00An Unforgettable Night<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4bRhXaS0vTM/R6ytMwqM31I/AAAAAAAAAIY/WgINAWaIsek/s1600-h/untitled6-1.jpg"><span style="color:#ff6666;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164693307419058002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4bRhXaS0vTM/R6ytMwqM31I/AAAAAAAAAIY/WgINAWaIsek/s320/untitled6-1.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#ff6666;"> <span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Days and years come and go but it was a “double match”, a supposedly very suspicious day. However, our start to the day was not suspicious in any way, in fact was quite the contrary, we had been fighting throughout the whole day. </strong></span></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"></span></strong><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong>If I had known how the night was to end, I would never have fought with you. </strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong>I don’t know what came up on both of us, we forgot the fight we had been having the whole day, and just wanted to enjoy each other.</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong>We had promised each other, no matter how much fight during the day, but we will always snuggle closely while sleeping, and this is exactly what we had done. I have always enjoyed snuggling into you and sleeping, and this night was no different. </strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong>You had your back facing my face, and I had hugged you very tightly. You turned around and I hugged you even closer. Now, my face was close to your luscious breasts. I moved my face closer to your neck, and started kissing you in the area near the ear lobes, and you started to melt. I moved my hands underneath your nightgown and held your breasts with my hand. I looked in to your eyes, and gave you a kiss in your luscious lips. We started kissing deeply, and I felt that your breasts were warming up. I started caressing your breasts with my hand, and pinching your nipples. I kissed you deeper, with our tongues playing with each other. I turned my attention towards your breasts, and started sucking your breasts, and licking your nipples, and you were in ecstasy. I slid my hand under your nightgown, and loved the feel of the hair on your pussy. I slid one finger inside your pussy, and you started to squirm. I then slid another finger; your pussy was a little tight, but I managed somehow, and now I was inserting both the fingers deep inside, till I reached your clit, and with these fingers I started playing with your clit. You were moaning loudly, and at the same time I was sucking your breasts. You had cum for the first of many times. I took my now wet fingers out of your pussy and licked them. I enjoyed the taste. </strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong>I slowly opened my shorts, and was kissing your breasts at the same time. After, this you mounted me. I was getting very aroused; my manhood was starting to respond. I started pinching your tits, you begged me to pinch them harder, and I obliged. You moved yourself more vigourously, and I arched my back and went deeper and deeper inside you. I was caressing your breasts and circling and pinching your tits till they were sore, and you begged me to stop. You were varying your pace and I was going deeper inside. </strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong>We then turned over in the same position very quickly, and now I was on top of you. I entered you and started thrusting inside you slowly, while kissing you at the same time. We were kissing each other with our tongues, really enjoying “having” one another. I was still thrusting slowly inside you, and with each thrust started going deeper inside you, till I felt your clit. You seemed to enjoy the slow caressing of my manhood inside you, and then I looked into your eyes, and started thrusting harder, and started sucking your breasts.<br /></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong>I slowed my thrusts and started teasing you with my cock touching your clit. Then all of a sudden, I increased my trusts and started pounding you harder. I was about to cum, and with harder thrusts I finally came deep inside you. You had also cum, I rested my head on your breasts, and kept my manhood inside you. You enjoyed my weight on top of you. I looked into your eyes and gave you a kiss on your beautiful lips, and climbed down, and was by your side hugging you very tightly. We closed our eyes and were soon fast asleep. It was truly an unforgettable night. </strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;">UPDATE: I want y'all to check dis song out!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;">Somewhere in your heart - Sound Sultan</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"></span></strong><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ksUw_iZP8-o&amp;rel=" width="400" height="300" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></embed><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong>~Sparks~</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4574972294433316376-525537339594919507?l=factorchic.blogspot.com'/></div>Sparklehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02292738974030051724Sparkle.Gazelle@gmail.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574972294433316376.post-34723518372842425632008-01-24T10:29:00.001-08:002008-12-12T19:19:44.001-08:00BACK AGAIN!<span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">I </span><span style="font-family:arial;">know I've been away for a week or two, but na condition make crayfish bend! I'll use this opportunity to say a big thank you to y'all bloggers for the birthday wishes...D.O.G you came late, I'm mad at you!..but it's kool, I go give you your punishment later. Madam Opeke, thanks for the shoutout on your blog...really appreciate it.</span></strong><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>So, my birthday party was THE BOMB! even though the zits decided to do a family reunion on my face. That was an understatement...I don't know the right word to use, but my birthday was dope! Up till this moment, people are still talking about it, like Sparkle you should throw a party every freaking year!...and to think it sucked at first. I was gonna make a a house party, but when I found out the amount of people that were coming...I had to get a hall...and a good DJ! </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>My Dj moved to Texas after New Year which sucked, my other Dj a.k.a My Body guard had two gigs he had to go that night...but he came to my party anyways...so I had to call dis new DJ, that I've never seen do his job before. He brought three new speakers and they all blew up! I couldn't cry that night because the hall was getting filled up....I called my Body Guard and he put me on a three-way call with one of his friends...who lived an hour away from the venue...I talked to him, they both tried to calm me down.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Like 5 minutes later, I just saw my friends coming in with speakers...like almost 8 of 'em...it happened that one of my friends who calls himself my Husband has been talking to his roommate who was a professional DJ, about my party....funny thing was this same roommate of his was the guy my bodyguard just put me on d phone with..., I dunno if he (my friend) was tryna surprise me, because he didn't tell me anything..and I talked to him that morning, all he said was "I hope you will be sparkling tonight...and who is the Dj again..?"</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>..five minutes the party changed...Everybody started dancing...it was a crazy night...I was impressed. </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>My cameroonian friend (another DJ) came in with 3 speakers later...I am just surrounded by the best people on this planet! My sister was like, it's good to look good! LOL...she said they all did it bcos I'm pretty! funny huh!!! LOL It's good to mix with lots of people...different race, different personalities and all that...we got so many nice people around us, but we won't know that if we never talk to them...I'm glad I did! I danced all night, my cloth was soaking wet!!! I swore never to dance like that again...hopefully..bcos I don't think I've ever had so much sweat in my life before...not even when I used to run track. </strong></span><br /></span><span style="color:#33cc00;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>My party was AWESOME!...at the end of it all...I had like 4-5 DJs...and they played all my favorite songs...it was fun..my sister did a lot..runing aroud trying to make it all perfect...and it was!<br />Here are some of the pictures of teh people that made my night interesting.</strong></span><br /></span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4bRhXaS0vTM/R5jaawqM3xI/AAAAAAAAAH8/McCs53CcSzY/s1600-h/n837555651_2101098_8230.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159113526426263314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4bRhXaS0vTM/R5jaawqM3xI/AAAAAAAAAH8/McCs53CcSzY/s320/n837555651_2101098_8230.jpg" border="0" /></strong></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"><strong><br />LOL So y'all see why I said I'm never dancing again...that's my back! That's the guy that turned my party around...I mean the one that talked to his roommate, my 'virtual' husband...he was thanking me for the birthday...LOL I was thanking him! Yea I was repping Nigeria too GREEN &amp; WHITE!!! Did I forget to mention that teh napking, plates,sppons and cups used that nigth were all green and white too...yea! Love to represent..<br /></strong></span><div></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4bRhXaS0vTM/R5jaWQqM3wI/AAAAAAAAAH0/6Yuc9U_o47E/s1600-h/n837555651_2076043_7857.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159113449116851970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4bRhXaS0vTM/R5jaWQqM3wI/AAAAAAAAAH0/6Yuc9U_o47E/s320/n837555651_2076043_7857.jpg" border="0" /></strong></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"><strong><br />He was tryna be a DJ too...but he did good.<br /><br /></strong></span><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4bRhXaS0vTM/R5jaPgqM3vI/AAAAAAAAAHs/o8zulGwHvO8/s1600-h/n837555651_2101138_1360.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159113333152734962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4bRhXaS0vTM/R5jaPgqM3vI/AAAAAAAAAHs/o8zulGwHvO8/s320/n837555651_2101138_1360.jpg" border="0" /></strong></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"><strong><br />LOL...that picture was taken around 4am or something...I look wasted...that's us!<br /><br /></strong></span><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4bRhXaS0vTM/R5jaGgqM3uI/AAAAAAAAAHk/SGjyWKKK5ys/s1600-h/n837555651_2101141_2373.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159113178533912290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4bRhXaS0vTM/R5jaGgqM3uI/AAAAAAAAAHk/SGjyWKKK5ys/s320/n837555651_2101141_2373.jpg" border="0" /></strong></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"><strong><br />My Cameroonian friend...DJ Lilclef..he was supposed to leave town that night but he couldn't afford to miss my party...he brought 3 speakers too! My fake smile<br /><br /></strong></span><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4bRhXaS0vTM/R5jZ9gqM3tI/AAAAAAAAAHc/wy0eGwTw1Og/s1600-h/n837555651_2101137_1018.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159113023915089618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4bRhXaS0vTM/R5jZ9gqM3tI/AAAAAAAAAHc/wy0eGwTw1Og/s320/n837555651_2101137_1018.jpg" border="0" /></strong></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"><strong><br />LMAO me and the mischievious look...I met that guy on New Year's Eve...he came to my birthday and he broke his arm while dancing...that ain't a bandage...that's a towel LOL!<br /></strong></span></div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4bRhXaS0vTM/R5jZtAqM3sI/AAAAAAAAAHU/a2TplOXr_qM/s1600-h/n837555651_2101115_3626.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159112740447248066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4bRhXaS0vTM/R5jZtAqM3sI/AAAAAAAAAHU/a2TplOXr_qM/s320/n837555651_2101115_3626.jpg" border="0" /></strong></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"><strong><br />Party people....they couples!<br /></strong></span></div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4bRhXaS0vTM/R5jZlQqM3rI/AAAAAAAAAHM/A6Wj_-SAI5k/s1600-h/n837555651_2078305_9539.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159112607303261874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4bRhXaS0vTM/R5jZlQqM3rI/AAAAAAAAAHM/A6Wj_-SAI5k/s320/n837555651_2078305_9539.jpg" border="0" /></strong></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"><strong><br />DJ Prime Star...this is the DJ I hired...whose speaker blew up...I told him to ask for a refund or have the people make something up for him because those speakers were bought four days before my party.</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4bRhXaS0vTM/R5jZfAqM3qI/AAAAAAAAAHE/GxftPgwWhuA/s1600-h/n837555651_2101113_2953.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159112499929079458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4bRhXaS0vTM/R5jZfAqM3qI/AAAAAAAAAHE/GxftPgwWhuA/s320/n837555651_2101113_2953.jpg" border="0" /></strong></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"><strong><br />I call this one - Sexual Eruption..!<br /><br /></strong></span><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4bRhXaS0vTM/R5jZUQqM3pI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ZQhpJ6uA8G8/s1600-h/n837555651_2101108_1323.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159112315245485714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4bRhXaS0vTM/R5jZUQqM3pI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ZQhpJ6uA8G8/s320/n837555651_2101108_1323.jpg" border="0" /></strong></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"><strong><br />That's DJ Kerry...my friend's roommate..HE WAS AWESOME!<br /><br /></strong></span><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4bRhXaS0vTM/R5jZNQqM3oI/AAAAAAAAAG0/l2vGyLd9gqI/s1600-h/n837555651_2076039_9825.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159112194986401410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4bRhXaS0vTM/R5jZNQqM3oI/AAAAAAAAAG0/l2vGyLd9gqI/s320/n837555651_2076039_9825.jpg" border="0" /></strong></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"><strong><br /></strong></span><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"><strong>Now that's my Body guard in black...He was looking sharp! he had two gigs that night but he still came to my party! We call him DJ Kboog...I just call him Body Guard...he's great!</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"><strong>These two are the only Nigerians...my party was filled with everybody from Ghana, Togo, Cameroon, Sumalia, Liberia, I even had few Chinese people...and the list goes on...yea my Naija friends came too...!</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"><strong>Two days after my party, the freaking zits disappeared!!!</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"><strong>I know most of y'all have seen the rest of the pictures on Facebook...The party started at 10pm and ended after 5am...yeah!!!</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"><strong>I'll be back, when I'm back!</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"><strong>~Sparks~</strong></span></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4574972294433316376-3472351837284242563?l=factorchic.blogspot.com'/></div>Sparklehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02292738974030051724Sparkle.Gazelle@gmail.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574972294433316376.post-564499874021729342008-01-13T19:49:00.000-08:002008-01-14T14:39:03.770-08:00UNTITLED<span style="color:#ff6666;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>I'm back again...hope everyone out there is having a wonderful New Year so far</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>..my new year was great I guess...I tried so hard not to fall sick but the flu caught me...I'm better now though.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>School starts tomorrow so I won't be updating...not like I've been doing it regularly...I will not be gone for too long, I PROMISE!</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>I also wanna thank y'all that have been viewing this blog, I appreciate it...and those that I've not been able to visit there blogs, na condition make crayfish bend o...I'll try and catch up.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Hmm someone's gonna be a year older on the 18th of this month, Friday...I wonder who that is...ME! Yes, I'm a Capricorn, just to remind y'all...Don't Forget...My birthday is on FRIDAY! I'm having a little party and I'm hope it turns out the way I planned...I cannot wait!</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong></strong></span><br /></span><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;">...guess that's it for tonight..I'll see y'all whenever...</span><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"> btw</span> y'all check dis kid out</span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong>I'm not so inot dis African Queen song...but he did really good...I don't know why the video won;t show here</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;"><a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=ZHKcOhHsSZQ&amp;feature=related"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;">CLICK</span></strong><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong></strong></span></a><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong>~Sparks~</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4574972294433316376-56449987402172934?l=factorchic.blogspot.com'/></div>Sparklehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02292738974030051724Sparkle.Gazelle@gmail.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574972294433316376.post-10899561087730260572008-01-09T11:05:00.000-08:002008-01-09T11:07:41.293-08:00Parking Lot<strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;">I meet you in the club and you flash that smile at me. We have a few drinks and I whisper into your ear that I want to kiss you. I want to drag my lips softly on your lips. Tease your mouth with my tongue. Licking your lips but not quite kissing you right away. I want to kiss your chin as I press against you. Sweep my lips by your lips again. Give you just the tiniest peck on the lips, then another one, and then when you think it is going to be another peck I want to explore your mouth with my tongue.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;">Then I slide my tongue down your neck and suck on the side of your neck. Licking it and running my fingertips along the nape of your neck. I won’t let you touch me just yet. I want to drive you to the point with just me touching you. I run my fingers down your chest and whisper into your ear, "Let’s go."</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;">We get to your car and I ask you to take us to a place where we can be alone. When we arrive, I get out of the car and I lean you on the hood of the car. I start teasing you again by licking your stomach and running my hands along your thighs. I rise up and kiss you deep. Since your leaning on the hood I raise my leg and wrap it around your waist leaning into the bulge in your pants. Your hands go to my ass and grab and pull me into you. I slide down against your body as I undo your pants and tell you to relax as I start to give you a blow job. Licking the head as I take you all in...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;">You lean back on the hood of the car and watch as I give you a blowjob. I take my tongue and run it along the shaft and down your balls and along the skin behind your balls. Darting my tongue all around your balls I start to suckle them. Rolling my tongue all around them I start to rub my hands on your shaft and start to jerk you off still sucking your balls. When I feel you getting close I blow on you and stop. I want to prolong it. I want to drive you crazy with my tongue. I take you all in again licking every inch of you. I slide you out of my wet warm mouth and kiss the tip and flick my tongue right underneath the head. I look up and ask if you're ready.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;">I take you all the way into the back of my mouth and massage your balls. You place your hands on the back of my head as I start to pump you in and out of my mouth. I hear your moaning and I start to play with myself. I want to get you off completely. I start sucking harder and faster. I want you to explode. I want to taste you and make you scream my name into the night as I swallow all of you. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;">I feel you tense up and I run my hand up to your stomach...just as you release into my mouth.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;">Happy New Year y'all...I finally updated! What a way to start d new year! ~Sparks~</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4574972294433316376-1089956108773026057?l=factorchic.blogspot.com'/></div>Sparklehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02292738974030051724Sparkle.Gazelle@gmail.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574972294433316376.post-22742902851206747742007-12-21T21:53:00.000-08:002008-12-12T19:19:44.270-08:00Christmas<span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Hola mi amigos! Sorry I haven't updated in a while, I've just been too lazy to do it...pls bear with me...don't have much to say right now...but just to wish my blog family a Merry Christmas...I appreciate you guys.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4bRhXaS0vTM/R2ym0fvLPdI/AAAAAAAAAGc/lu8KLK9PxyE/s1600-h/happy-holidays.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4bRhXaS0vTM/R2ym0fvLPdI/AAAAAAAAAGc/lu8KLK9PxyE/s320/happy-holidays.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146671894980410834" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"></span><br /><br />~Sparks~<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4574972294433316376-2274290285120674774?l=factorchic.blogspot.com'/></div>Sparklehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02292738974030051724Sparkle.Gazelle@gmail.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574972294433316376.post-80063270927599588832007-12-04T10:02:00.000-08:002008-12-12T19:19:44.560-08:00Caged Bird<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4bRhXaS0vTM/R1cb2DlfhsI/AAAAAAAAAGU/a3s6nPD6C48/s1600-h/untitled+2.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140608115156158146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4bRhXaS0vTM/R1cb2DlfhsI/AAAAAAAAAGU/a3s6nPD6C48/s320/untitled+2.bmp" border="0" /></a><strong><span style="color:#006600;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Guess who's back??? </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">ME!</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I'm back...for now...been kinda busy and too lazy to update, but I just decided to do it now...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">This post is just the best way to describe my mood lately.</span><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /></strong><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">Right now I feel like a bird </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Caged without a key </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Everyone comes to stare at me </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">With so much joy and rivalry </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">They din't know how I feel inside </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Through my smile I cry </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">They don't know what they're doin' to me </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Keeping me from flyin' </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">That's why I say that I know why the caged bird sings </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Only joy comes from song </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">She's so rare and beautiful to others </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Why not just set her free </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">So she can Fly, fly, fly </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Spreadin her wings and her song </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Let her Fly, fly fly </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">For the whole world to see </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">She's like caged bird </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Fly, fly Ooh just let her fly </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Just let her fly </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Just let her fly </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Spread the wings </span><br /></strong></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">Spread the beauty...</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#006600;">Written by Alicia Keys.</span></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4574972294433316376-8006327092759958883?l=factorchic.blogspot.com'/></div>Sparklehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02292738974030051724Sparkle.Gazelle@gmail.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574972294433316376.post-40464949343629780362007-11-23T18:24:00.000-08:002007-11-23T18:28:15.580-08:00Thankful<span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"><strong>I was tagged...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"><strong>I am thankful for life.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"><strong>I am thankful for the wonderful people around me.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"><strong>I am thankful for my school.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"><strong>I am thankful for the friends I made on Blogville...I appreciate y'all that stop by to leave a comment and those that don't comment but read my posts. </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong>I am thankful for my family...even though I argue with my parents a lot...I'm still thankful that I have them in my life.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong>I am thankful for the freaks that leave stupid comments on my blog...because they give em the reason to the thankful...again...because it made me realise that my life is not so complicated as it seems...I mean getting on d computer and making a foll of urself..seriously? I'm thankful that I have a better life.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"><strong>I want that 'something'...I want to be 'something'...guess I have to be more specific...I haven't gotten it yet, but I'm thankful because I know that I'll get it...though it sems like I've lost it even when I never had it, but I look forward to what there is to gain.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"><strong>I could go on and on...but I am thankful, for everything...I am thankful.</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4574972294433316376-4046494934362978036?l=factorchic.blogspot.com'/></div>Sparklehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02292738974030051724Sparkle.Gazelle@gmail.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574972294433316376.post-16238200081944521312007-11-21T21:46:00.000-08:002008-12-12T19:19:44.808-08:00Turkey Day<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4bRhXaS0vTM/R0UY3Xpip-I/AAAAAAAAAF0/uFeLdy473C8/s1600-h/thanksgif1ej3.gif"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135538289606043618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4bRhXaS0vTM/R0UY3Xpip-I/AAAAAAAAAF0/uFeLdy473C8/s320/thanksgif1ej3.gif" border="0" /></span></strong></a><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></strong><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;">...It's 12:30 AM...</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;">should be in bed...</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;">got nothing much to write....but</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">HAPPY THANKSGIVING...to my blog Family..love you all...and I mean it!</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;">...offf...to bed!</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;">..oops 12:52</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="color:#009900;">btw...UNKNOWN BLOGGER...I noticed u've been viewing this blog lately...I appreciate it...I wanted to view ur's but it's private...abeg make u invite me... </span><a href="mailto:sparkle.gazelle@gmail.com"><span style="color:#009900;">sparkle.gazelle@gmail.com</span></a></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;">Thanks in advance.</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4574972294433316376-1623820008194452131?l=factorchic.blogspot.com'/></div>Sparklehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02292738974030051724Sparkle.Gazelle@gmail.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574972294433316376.post-14324850296865313552007-11-12T11:42:00.000-08:002008-12-12T19:19:44.965-08:00Shadow<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4bRhXaS0vTM/RzivNnFxq1I/AAAAAAAAAFc/84FzLRgxpt4/s1600-h/shadow_4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132044423755049810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4bRhXaS0vTM/RzivNnFxq1I/AAAAAAAAAFc/84FzLRgxpt4/s320/shadow_4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong>I glanced upon the ground today i noticed something,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong>it followed me along the way,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong>a figure of gray,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong>impersonating everymove I make</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong>For now we'll call it my shadow,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong>and will you replace it,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong>so you'll be with me every where I go..</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"><strong>Sentences of yours,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"><strong>running throughout my head,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"><strong>searching for a chance to catch my breath,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"><strong>a never-ending dream,you'll become a part of me,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"><strong>day or night, dark or light you'll be...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"><strong>...taking over that thing called my shadow</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong>What happends on the days when,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong>the clouds come in and fade away my shade,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong>thats our que babe,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong>we'll run away to a place where the sun always shines</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong>That not even time could erase, </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong>you're my weakness babe, </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong>but you give me strength,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong>I need you, I need you like the blood in my veins.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"><strong>Sentences of yours, </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"><strong>running throughout my head, </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"><strong>searching for a chance to catch my breath, </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"><strong>a never-ending dream, you'll become a part of me, </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"><strong>day or night, dark or light you'll be...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"><strong>...taking over that thing called my shadow</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong>A song by - Demi Lovato</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong>...I thought the lyrics was beautiful.</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4574972294433316376-1432485029686531355?l=factorchic.blogspot.com'/></div>Sparklehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02292738974030051724Sparkle.Gazelle@gmail.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574972294433316376.post-91386331437209110802007-10-23T08:32:00.000-07:002007-10-24T06:23:25.325-07:00Does Size Matter?<object height="336" width="448"><param name="movie" value="http://www.glumbert.com/embed/sizematter"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="%27http://www.glumbert.com/embed/sizematter%27" type="'application/x-shockwave-flash'" wmode="'transparent'" height="336" width="448"></embed></object><a href="http://www.glumbert.com/media/sizematter">glumbert - Does size matter?</a><br /><br /><strong><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" >The video didn't show here for some reason...just click on the link above...and you be the Judge.<br /><br />and y'all should check out <a href="http://myspace.com/banky">Banky's page</a><br />listen to "Till my dying day"<br /></span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4574972294433316376-9138633143720911080?l=factorchic.blogspot.com'/></div>Sparklehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02292738974030051724Sparkle.Gazelle@gmail.com31tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574972294433316376.post-64995148827571194382007-10-17T11:43:00.000-07:002008-12-12T19:19:45.484-08:00Appealing Story<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4bRhXaS0vTM/RxZhOKdqp1I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/0sTbz4NGKNU/s1600-h/untitled5-2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122388522135365458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4bRhXaS0vTM/RxZhOKdqp1I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/0sTbz4NGKNU/s320/untitled5-2.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>He saw her as she brushed past him. The pleasant smell of her perfume tickled his nose. All his senses stirred, his groin started to tingle. She was gorgeous. The most beautiful woman he had seen for a long time. The physical attraction he felt, pushed him forward, urged him to follow her. He was so preoccupied with the curves of her graceful body that he wasn’t seeing anything else. His heart was galloping, and he felt weak in the knees.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>The features of her face were exquisite, making it look somewhat innocent and childish. Her long shapely legs were bare and she wore a short black skirt that had a small slit on her left side. Her rounded hips were swaying rhythmically as she walked. Her long dark blond hair was cascading over her shoulders. He was hypnotized by the sight. He wanted desperately to reach out and touch her. His natural shyness was about to vanish. Then, he was overcome by an inexplicable fear. What if she just disappears? What it would be to know that she is gone. His passion was becoming obsession. For a brief moment, he wished he hadn’t seen her at all. Then, he tried to convince himself that she is not the most beautiful creature in the world. The thought seemed absurd to him so he discarded it.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>She was walking with confident steps. Her small feet were clad in high heeled clogs that were showing off her delicate ankles. He fixed his gaze on the pristine rosiness of her rounded heels. Then, he explored the soft curves of her calves and thighs, wondering how a human being could be so perfect.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>She turned into a deserted side street. He quickened his pace, afraid that he could lose her. As he turned the corner, he saw her standing motionless, her dazzling blue eyes pinning him.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>“I don’t really like you much, but I think you deserve a treat,” she said, and awarded him with a wide smile. Mischievous glint flashed in her eyes.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>For a second, he had the strange feeling that he had seen her before. She came closer and took his hand. The jumbled thoughts that were chasing each other through his brain miraculously disappeared. An odd feeling of calmness overwhelmed him.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>“Hug me!” she said.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>He drew her closer. Her full breasts pressed against his chest. The weakness in his knees returned. He became aware that her hand was fumbling with his belt. Her body felt lithe and tender at the same time. Full of life. He started kissing her face, gasping with excitement. His penis was as hard as a rock. She was touching him, driving him crazy. He pulled her skirt up and caressed her inner thighs. There were no panties to obstruct his hands so he rubbed her wet clit. She moaned and wrapped her left leg around his but. He freed his penis from his pants and lifted her up. She guided it inside her, moving her hips vigorously. He rested her back on the wall behind her, and entered deep in her vagina.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>“What’s your name?” she asked.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>“Folabi,” he answered with a stutter.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>“I’m Shade. You are doing a great job, Peter. I have never done it this way before.”</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>“I …I….”</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>“I know, Folabi. You can’t talk right now. Then… just fuck me!”</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>His penis exploded inside her as they reached the climax of their passion.</strong></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4574972294433316376-6499514882757119438?l=factorchic.blogspot.com'/></div>Sparklehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02292738974030051724Sparkle.Gazelle@gmail.com31tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574972294433316376.post-77212724007679380672007-10-09T12:20:00.000-07:002007-10-09T12:25:52.874-07:00Altered<span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong>Why can I not turn away?</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong>Hear my body and heart</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong>Calling out for you today..</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong>You worked your way to my soul;</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong>As I watch this fire of wood</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong>I'm smoldering, and you know...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong>I long for your warm embrace;</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong>Hands on my smooth, hot cheeks,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong>soft lips to touch my neck and face.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong>Just to talk and laugh again</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong>The same way we did before;</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong>Why do I cry? In my soul,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong>I don't want to shut this door.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong>I cry tears of confusion.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong>I've been rendered-- incomplete...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong>Regardless of the outcome,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong>Tough choices in life we meet.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong>...btw, it's not about me...</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4574972294433316376-7721272400767938067?l=factorchic.blogspot.com'/></div>Sparklehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02292738974030051724Sparkle.Gazelle@gmail.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574972294433316376.post-3161768933865356602007-10-03T14:35:00.000-07:002007-10-04T11:25:05.651-07:00Do You?<span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">What about making love?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">Do you?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">I caress my love..</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">Do you?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">I lay my love down so gently..</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">Do you</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">I can smell the sex..</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">Do you? </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">He's loving my grinds and the rhythms I make..</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">Do you?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">I stop to lick the juices, </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">So that none goes to waste..</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">Do you?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">Touching, stroking, teasing, </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">We shake, we climax, we shiver...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">Do you?!</span></strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"></span></strong><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong>Gotta love that shark</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong><img src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q17/SW8thStreet/image001.gif" /></strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;">PS: Ladies first!</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4574972294433316376-316176893386535660?l=factorchic.blogspot.com'/></div>Sparklehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02292738974030051724Sparkle.Gazelle@gmail.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574972294433316376.post-40534494448487892922007-09-26T14:54:00.000-07:002008-12-12T19:19:46.065-08:00A Lover's Dance<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4bRhXaS0vTM/RvrXG6dqpxI/AAAAAAAAAEc/aAltg6scN7c/s1600-h/bakari3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114636840605493010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4bRhXaS0vTM/RvrXG6dqpxI/AAAAAAAAAEc/aAltg6scN7c/s320/bakari3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong>In the morning</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong>when the sun shines through</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong>would you be there greeting me the new day</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong>can we have one lover's dance</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong>before we go our separate lives<br /></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong>....</strong></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong>sliding your hands</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong>under the blanket</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong>up my legs</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong>will you make love to me</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong>for one last time<br />one last dance<br /></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong>....</strong></span></div><br /><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong>will you trail kisses<br />down my body</strong></span></p><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong>feeling every inch of my flesh<br /></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong>would you 'cause me to go into ecstasy<br />and make me scream your name<br /></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong>can we have one last lover's danceone last kiss</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong>one last hug<br />before the candle burns out</strong></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong>may I request one last moment<br /></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong>or will you be gone<br />just like the others....</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4574972294433316376-4053449444848789292?l=factorchic.blogspot.com'/></div>Sparklehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02292738974030051724Sparkle.Gazelle@gmail.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574972294433316376.post-23990222991500311802007-09-20T22:05:00.000-07:002007-09-20T22:07:00.162-07:00Across The Room<span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Across the room she blends with the crowd</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Lost in thoughts that seem all her own</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Not one person gives her a second look</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">But there is something about her, he knows</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">There’s a sparkle in her eyes that enchants</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">A tone in her voice of pure sweetness</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">The touch of her hand so tender and soft</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">And a smile that will capture his heart</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">There’s a hint of sadness on her face</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Her voice is edged with hurt</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Her hand shakes with nervousness</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Her smile is brave and it makes him proud</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Her eyes give away the fear she feels</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Trembles evident in her soft voice</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Her hand grips her glass so tightly</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Her smile fades and he is drawn near</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">She sees him, her eyes show panic</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Her welcome barely to be heard</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Her hand is small beneath his</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">But her smile makes his heart pound</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Her eyes soften and dance again</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Her voice rings out happy and light</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Her hand returning his gentle touch</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Her smile has him falling for her</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">From across the room he saw her light</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">More than a face in the crowd to him</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Love and beauty hidden in shyness</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">It is everything about her, he knows.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4574972294433316376-2399022299150031180?l=factorchic.blogspot.com'/></div>Sparklehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02292738974030051724Sparkle.Gazelle@gmail.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574972294433316376.post-40275429468542581242007-09-17T08:28:00.000-07:002007-09-18T17:49:29.465-07:00A Sparkle of Light<span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong>I thought I'd write a little about me...so I'll just write whatever comes to my head...it might rhyme or not...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong>I watch movies a lot, just all kinds of movies...I learn funny stuffs from movies...then you start hearing famous quotes like</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong>"It is the heart that makes a man rich. He is rich according to what he is, not according to what he has" </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong>"you never know you can do something till you try" </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong>"It is not the man who has too little, but the man who craves more, that is poor" </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong>Then I heard this one </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong>"Never let the fear of striking keep you from playing the game" ...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong>"never let the fear of LOSING keep you from playing the game"</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong>I keep feeling like I've lost some things...like I've lost something I never had...<span style="color:#ffffff;">to be in the game, I have to put myself in it</span>...that's all I can say to that quote..and that's about it!</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong>Some old people look back to their past, and they are satisfied, because they've set out a goal and they reached it, others look back and they regret everything about their pasts, then you hear them saying <span style="color:#ffffff;">"If I could turn back the hands of time..."</span> </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong>I'm still young, and I want to live on something...do something I will be proud of in the future...so <span style="color:#ffffff;">I discovered myself</span>...I discovered myself through many things, the list could go on and on, I discovered myself to music, reading, watching what goes around me...I figured, <span style="color:#ffffff;">I've been listening, and reading so much about myself in the papers that was not me.</span> I want to get within myself and do something, I want to write, I really want to do something, anything...I get stuck sometimes, and confused, but the more I keep trying, the more I talk about things, the more I understand myself, <span style="color:#ffffff;">when I find myself fading, I just think and close my eyes and I realize my friends are my energy.</span> See, she's been a lot of help to me, but she doesn't know it (my sister), like a key to some of my problems, she is, maybe she's talking about something totally different, but deep down that's exactly what I want to hear...Every time I begin to understand, that everything about you tells me you're the best...<span style="color:#ffffff;">A perfect sister I am not, but thankful for the one I've got.</span> </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong>sometimes I look for strength,<span style="color:#ffffff;"> I look outside myself for confidence but it all comes from within. It's been in there the whole time</span>.....like Mariah Carey said - <span style="color:#ffffff;">"You really have to look inside yourself and find your own inner strength, and say, I'm proud of what I am and who I am, and I'm just going to be myself" </span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong>I do the best I can...<span style="color:#ffffff;">I made 'that' character of myself as I could...</span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong>I am more than I know myself to be...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong>I am just myself, and who I am is a lot</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong>~Sparks~</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4574972294433316376-4027542946854258124?l=factorchic.blogspot.com'/></div>Sparklehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02292738974030051724Sparkle.Gazelle@gmail.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574972294433316376.post-33458128351278327602007-09-11T12:00:00.000-07:002007-10-11T16:06:02.015-07:00UNTITLED<strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;">I remember this was the song I sang on Blogville Idols...with my voice all cracked up..and nobody knew the song! :(:( ...maybe because I murdered it...lol<br /><br />Anyway..this post is dedicated to Princesa<br />..I'm still looking for where to download the song so I can send it to you, but here's the video of the first one<br /><br />It's Over - The Cheetah Girls<br /><object height="250" width="250"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dYNiiOm994U"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dYNiiOm994U" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="250" height="250"></embed></object><br /><br />Lyrics:<br />Four voices perfectly blending right from the start.<br />Oh, I'm afraid that it's ending, and my world is falling apart.<br /><br />It's over, and I feel so alone,<br />This is a sadness I've never known.<br />How did I let the sweetest of dreams slip away?<br />And I'm afraid the hurt is here to stay.<br /><br />Promises made, not meant to be broken from a long time ago.<br />Oh, so many words still unspoken, tell me how I was to know.<br /><br />It's over, (it's over,) never thought it would be.<br />Why in the world did this happen to me?<br />How could I let the sweetest of dreams slip away?<br />And I'm afraid the hurt is here to stay.<br /><br />I go round and round and round in my head,<br />Wanting to take back whatever I said, (whatever I said.)<br />No one was right, (no one was right,)<br />We all made mistakes, (we all made mistakes,)<br />I'm ready to do whatever it takes.<br />Please, don't let it be<br /><br />Over, no, this is not how it ends,<br />I need my sisters, my family, my friends.<br />Don't wanna let the sweetest of dreams slip away, (the dreams slip away.)<br />'Cause if it's over, then the hurt is here to say.<br />(Don't let it be over.)<br />Please don't let it be over.<br />Please don't let it be over. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;">here's the second one</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;">Everyday </span></strong><br /><object height="250" width="250"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kxyIBUNoeXg"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kxyIBUNoeXg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="250" height="250"></embed></object><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong>My favorite still remains <a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=Tq9ML-0HEsg">"You Are The Music In Me"</a></strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;">...<<<<<></strong><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;">...they're the best!</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4574972294433316376-3345812835127832760?l=factorchic.blogspot.com'/></div>Sparklehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02292738974030051724Sparkle.Gazelle@gmail.com18