The way your back arches back when you walk…
your perky breasts the subject of every teenage boy’s wet dream.
A killer smile, teeth not quite white, but who cares.
Blond hair blowing in the wind, like streams of sunlight escaping through your head.
They flow, caressing your elegant face and neck.
Legs that go a thousand miles.
Eat me now eat me now eatmenoweatmenoweatmenoweatmenoweatmenoweatmenow EAT. ME. NOW.
The woman’s body. The pure essence of beauty.
You smile at me, from afar, my heart skips a beat, you walk away, I watch you walk away, your petite waist, your chubby arms.
You leave with him.
Him. Him. Him. Him. Him. Him. Him. Him. Him. Him. Him. Him. Him. Him.
(I want her to myself you bastard. You keep her from loving me. With your testosterone and your lovely biceps.
You are NOT right for her.)
I am standing right in front of you and you can’t even see me!
Just because I am who I am, doesn’t mean that I deserve to be treated this way!
Stop telling me all the details of your love life with him! How much pleasure he gives you. You act like I couldn’t give you the same. Because I could.
I want to touch you everywhere. Lick you and kiss you. I’ll be gentle too. Not like him. He hurts you. He hurts you. I saw the bruise, but you covered it up with your sleeve. Don’t hide it!
You can’t see me can you?
Just because I am a girl, doesn’t mean we can’t be together.
Remember when you got drunk last month? Yeah, you couldn’t even walk yourself up the stairs–to your room. Who helped you?
It was me Sheila. It was me. I helped you. You remember what you told me that night?
I bet you don’t. Because the next day you acted like nothing happened.
Well too bad Sheila, because when you tell someone you love them, you better be prepared for the consequences.
I bet you don’t remember how we kissed that night do you? Well to you it might have just been some drunken fun, but it meant a lot to me.
You know. Just because I am a girl doesn’t make it wrong.
For once I wish you would follow your heart.