My heart longs for the warmth of her body. like cold hands to a flame. i love her. but she’ll never see me that way. no one ever does. lonely is a bitter mans drink. Its time for me to get a refill
HMMM I smile, I get those tingles i am so in search of. I like you pretty boy. I like your gorgeous changing eyes, those demples so deep and adorable. I love those abes you flaunt about and that cut muscular
I like you pretty boy. Not just because your great to look at, but because you challenge me intellectualy. You are my verbal sparing partner. I want to talk to you all the time, I want to trown you to the floor and take control. I want you to take control of me, my beautiful boy.
But you scare me so I will never actually let you hear this beautiful boy. you are aware of your looks and smarts and I feel like you would be “dateing down” actually I know you would. so pretty pretty beautiful boy I will talk and joke with you, compliment you and turn it around into an insult, and just look ocassionally let the flirting turn that sharp corner into sexual enuendoes (after all we both know vodka can do that to a girl) but i wont tell you i like you pretty boy I let you wonder if I’m just a flirty friend or you may actually get me. Because you may be just the type of guy I talk about wanting all the time to my friends but I wont call you by name you just fit the criteria and sadly I come no where near yours. Plus you are an arrogant little boy so pretty but so sexy with your confidence that I want to destroy, cofidence i want to shatter like i do to the other arrogant pretty pretty boys, but your differant. I think youe’r too pretty, but I still want you beuatiful boy.