"Oh my darling, when you smile, it is like a song" - "Obviously," She started. There was a nervous shake in her voice that made me tilt my head in her hands. "Obviously you don't understand the agreement." She repeated after quickly composing herself. I rolled my eyes, but let her continue. "Where you go, I go. Where I go, you go." She told me sternly. Her thumbs grazed my cheeks and heat rose on my skin where she touched. I couldn't tell if this was just Sophia being caring or if she was maybe feeling more. My brain told me that this was all a friendly gesture, but my body and it's stupid hormones were telling me that it was something more. And your brain can never really overcome true instincts. I moved closer towards her, shrinking the already limited space between us. This time it was Sophia's turn to blush which only made my smile grow larger. All I could think about was her lips meeting mine. (a new and improved skmw xx)

Isabelle has always had a problem with her feelings, and the problem was that she didnt feel anything for anyone. She was friends with almost most guys at school, and she tended to avoid the female population. but that all changed when she met Chloe. now isabelle is confused as hell, and even after she starts to acknowledge her feeling towards chloe, isabelle isnt sure she should act on her feelings. the stolen kisses, the erotic moments together, and the powerful mutual feelings. is all that worth the ridicule isabelle will go through once she is 'out of the closet' read to find out. (haha i suck at these things. O.O anyways just read it. )

Andy wants to live a heterosexual life after both of her mom divorced 17 years ago but can she make it when a beautiful model and actress admitted her attractions to her? Love is in the air...

She was different. She didn’t fit in with the rest of us with her pale white skin that made her appearance more pronounce and eerily beautiful or those strange mismatched eyes of hers that seemed as if it seen too much. Each time I saw her, she was often alone either sitting on the bench underneath the weeping willow tree reading a book or always around that petite girl who seemed fragile next to her. I don’t know what is it with this particular girl who never once sported a smile but always with that hard expression that intrigued me. Mesmerized with the way she moved stealthily through the halls, I knew this little fascination I had of her was going to get me into serious deep trouble. The question was…how deep will my grave be to seek that trouble of fascination? © Copyright 2014 All Rights Reserved

Poetry Warning strong language, sex and much more. You been warned. Enjoy ©A.A.P.P