A life lived as an illusion... This is the dilemma of Alison who woke up from a coma (in chapter Waking Up to Reality Pt1) to the fact that everything she had experienced and lived through was made up. Now she has to accept this fact as she moves on...
[Popcaan & Drake:] Gyal yuh body good and yuh special to meh Wan mek you mi lady, officially From you tickets fi buy, den mi willing to pay Fly yuh in from distance away Right, my yiy just changed You just buzzed the front gate I thank God you came How many more days could I wait? I made plans with you And I won't let em fall through I, I, I, I, I
[Drake:] I think I'd lie for you I think I'd die for you Jodeci "Cry For You" Do things when you want me to Like controlla, controlla Yeah, like controlla, controlla
Yeah, okay, you like it When I get, aggressive, tell you to Go slower, go faster Like controlla, controlla Yeah, like controlla, controlla Yeah And I'm never on a wasting shorty I do it how you say you want it Them girls, they just wanna take my money They don't want me to give you nothing They don't want you to have nothing They don't wanna see me find your lovin' They don't wanna see me Smiling back when they pree
Knowing I'd lie for you Thinking I'd die for you Jodeci "Cry For You" Do things when you want me too Like controlla, controlla Yeah, like controlla, controlla
[Popcaan:] Baby yuh mek mi happy, wine up yuh sexy body fi papi Yuh eyes-them looking at me An' you turn mi on like a new Bugatti Naughty tings mi wan you do So mi woulda love it if yuh coulda come through Mek we smoke a spliff, have a drink, me and you Den mi release yuh stress ah Yorkville Avenue
Sexiness you a proMek mi bend you over inna ya bra and ya shoes Baby, wah mek you so rude You pretty inna clothes but mi love when yuh nude Baby, it no tek you nuttin, fi move meh Yuh bad like an action movie She say fi do it rough tonight, not smoothly Mi love how you unruly
[Drake:] I think I'd lie for you Thinking I'd die for you Jodeci "Cry For You" Do things when you want me to Like controlla, controlla Yeah, like controlla, controlla
[Popcaan:] She love it when we dweet all night And she mek it clap when she ride my bike She cock it up pan di private flight Fi mi lace 'ar up like mi bran' new nike Mi say mi want 'ar all my life When she sing mi note pan di cordless mic Mi want 'ar all my life All my life Mi see it say yuh
Sexiness you a pro Mek mi bend you over inna ya bra and ya shoes Baby, wah mek you so rude You pretty inna clothes but mi love when yuh nude Baby, it no tek you nuttin, fi move meh Yuh bad like an action movie She say fi do it rough tonight, not smoothly Mi love how you unruly
[Drake:] I think I'd lie for you I think I'd die for you Jodeci "Cry For You" Do things when you want me to Like controlla, controlla Yeah, like controlla, controlla
''That was great''Chris said as Popcaan and I came out the booth.Ali was no in the room looking hot.
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Alison POV
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When I met her gaze, he felt drawn into her eyes. The icy blueness generated a feeling like he was being pulled into a lake of frozen emotions. It was like all the myriad shades of blue swirled together to form a whirlpool of apprehensionHer eyes sparkled like storm clouds right before lightning hit. Clouds of grey and blue threatened floods and fury while pupils dilated in passion, eyelashes catching the raindrops. She cared far too much.
Her hair is liquid purple against a face so pale as to be striking. The strands flow down her back, stopping in a line around her hips. Without asking I know it is plaited on her way to m, a slight kink in what should be perfectly straight hair giving it away. As she leans forward to take a fresh file her hair moves with her, hiding her face until she straightens and flicks it back over white shirt.
If the eyes are the gateway to the soul, the lips are the same thing for the body. They are softness, passion and the promise of the sweetness to come. A deep curve on her lips makes the world stop around her. a smile that brings back a million memories in a split second. The precious dimple that crinkles skips a beat.. She has a smile that makes you feel happy about being alive just a bit more human.Though your lips are pretty, it is the feel of them that sends my mind into a sensual state of intoxication. That's why I reach toward your face and touch them lightly before the urge to kiss you takes over.
Alison POV
His lips brush mine. Not innocently, like a tease but hot, fiery, passionate and demanding. I want to pull away before I lose myself but I can't seem to...In this minty moment, my senses have been seduced and I can no longer think straight. "Alison" he whispers slowly, prolonging each letter as if to savor them. I smile, my heart fluttering at his voice as I clasp my hands on either side of his face. Never before has my name ever felt so wonderful a one, I think, as I lean in for another...He kissed her and the world fell away. It was slow and soft, comforting in ways that words would never be. His hand rested below her ear, his thumb caressing her cheek as their breaths mingled. She ran her fingers down his spine, pulling him closer until there was no space left between them and she could feel the beating of his heart against her chest .
Emily POV
As I kiss her neck a wave of pure pleasure runs through my entire body. Her perfume is intoxicating. As I kiss my way gently up her neck to lips that taste of cherry, the scenery disappears and I am lost in this moment.
''Emily we're still here ''Making us jump.
Message for Today
There is a connection between "beauty" and "love," but not in the way advertisers would have us believe. They tout a form of beauty that is merely aesthetic, something that could inspire lust - a thin replica of love based more in desire and conquest. What they claim to bestow they cannot, for real beauty comes from within; and it is only that form of beauty that can make lasting love connections. True love is a unity of souls, not facial features and products that will be wiped clean away come the evening time. If we truly wish to be happy, to be healthy and grounded, content with who we are, we need to find real beauty in both ourselves and those who share our lives. Finding it begins with a quiet understanding of one other, not demanding perfection but seeking the beauty every person holds within.
