Every get those days where as much as you want to do something you just can't seem to make it work? Well thats me and my upcomign chapter for my fanfic....Everytime I start to write it's like I blank, a writers block of sorts and it effing annoying. I can write anything but it......... Gahhhhhhhh!!!  It's a chapter and I usually have no problems with those, in fact I find them relitively easy, but ugh! Today my mind just can't pull it together.

So, to help here I am, on my blog, listening to music and writing whatever comes to mind as the song plays...... this is my favourite writing exercise,and for fair warning this won't be edited to expext the odd spelling anf grammatical mistake!

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The pounding beat moves me, shakes me to my very core. I see him, leaning against the bar. A casual smirk plays on his too perfect lips and I feel my body flush. In this already too hot room my body is sweltering as his eyes linger on me. I can't help but smile and sway, moving my hips to the beat as I turn away. It's only seconds but it feel like an eternity before I feel hands on my waist and soft lips against my ear as he whispers, "May I have thisdance?" The music slows and my heart skips a beat. I turn to him and put my arms around his neck, his hands on my hips. Slowly we move, swaying in our little circle, oblivious to those around us. His eyes locked on mine...............

~Theres a rushed intensity in our kisses, we only have a short time and then this fantasy is over. He pushes me back against the bed, his lips never leaving mine and I can feel his hands pushing up my shirt, exposing my bare skin to the cool air. Our tongues fight for dominance as we kiss, hungry lust filled kisses. When we pull part our breathing is ragged, my chest heaving as I stare into his loving eyes. Slowly he removes my shirt, his lingers leaving light feather light sensations across my skin. Now it my turn, I take no time is removing his shirt, pulling it quickly and earning a chuckle that turns into a moan as I kiss just above his navel, my hands playing with the buckle of his belt. "Not yet," he whispers in my ear as he pushes me back once again and kisses me softly. Too soon our lips are parted, only to find there way to my neck, nibbling and teasing as I grip the sheets in pleasure. But that is not enough, those sweet lips travel downwards leaving lingering kisses between my s, across my tummy, below my navel, stopping only once my pants block their path.      He wastes no time pulling them off before kissing me again. Not wanting to part I run my fingers through his soft brown hair, pulling him closer, my free hand carefully removing his belt. Teasingly I move my hand lower, grazing the tented material. He groans into the kiss, nipping at my lip as he uhooks my bra, pulling it off and tossing it away. 

~~~~ and the song changes to something slow totally ruining the writing flow >.> Should I continue it another time?