Pt 2

It's the beauty of those who weren't there.

Of course your face was pressed against his face.

Those words spilled through those hungry lips.

Causing my ears to ring loudly between planes

roaring in the sky.

The spring step in his walk.

The caused reaction in the peace when his lips part.

Therefore I am weak and athirst.

Animalistic? I'm growing into some short of

sex monster. I always and will want him.

Deep, heavy breathing, attacking, gripping,

huggin', struggling, kissing, licking, sucking.

In all, it's making "love" or what?

Baby, V-necks are my concepts.

It's believable I could be re-acting someone elses

thoughts of having some short of a "fashion style"

Excitment over the reasons of being what I want to

be in life. Changing things one at a time.

"Silly boy, the only way to her heart ..?"

xxx