Monday, April 17, 2006

I kept drinking last night.
I laid on my back and drank as much as I could.

My stomach grew tighter
and mouth filled ran over with his sweat, tentalizing words.

I felt ashamed of my shyness.
Unable to express my feelings, I coward in my bed.

He was funny, persuasive, charming...
I, a bit aprehensive, yet gaurded.

I want to know him.
I want make him laugh.
I want to hold him....

1 comment:

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