My fingers trace your Sternum as I unbutton Your dress. You shiver. You ask me how long We have before they miss us. I ask
Vision has become Tessellated by a mesh, Overlapping lines. Was it always this Way? Hard to tell. Yes/no. Binary logic. It goes or it does
If you think like him, Your dating website should be Ancestry.com
I cannot decide Which vexes me more: your gaze Or its withdrawal.
The pleasure for which We will endure any and All pain, graciously.
Certain am I you Will be happier without Me dragging you down.