Legs....
Her name rolls like marbles in my mouth and her skin flows like silk beneath my fingertips. Something so beautiful in such an ugly place. Half naked from constriction, but still budding with the hope of new life.
Her kisses flow through my veins like music through the air and her eyes are like stars one can't help but notice. I could sit with her for hours and muse on her thoughts.
An appreciation of sonnets I'd heard a thousand times before. I now know what Shakespeare was talking about.
Her kisses flow through my veins like music through the air and her eyes are like stars one can't help but notice. I could sit with her for hours and muse on her thoughts.
An appreciation of sonnets I'd heard a thousand times before. I now know what Shakespeare was talking about.
We were sitting last night at TAFE after everyone else had left and we got to talking about this, that and the other...She was talking about how it makes her sad to see trees in the city because they're so unhappy looking....She said "something so beautiful in such an ugly place" and it took off from there. I had to write it down...Bust out of conversation and everything, scrambling like a moron for my book and pen.
We said our long goodbyes at her bus stop and I walked to Central to catch my train...As I walked, I recited the thing over and over in my head and then the words fell in place. When they did, I almost cried.
It was originally going to be for her birthday, but because I'm such an impatient boi, I couldn't wait, lol....And the look on her face when she read it was priceless....God, I'm lucky.
Now, back to the PIP.