so were all going to the movies on saturday.what are you going to do.put your arm around me and let me lean on your chest. your pale, flat chest feels secure and safe, welcoming and would never hurt me. hold my hand and when we say hello give me a kiss on the lips.the cheek.it wont be awkward, it never is with you. you talk to me and its been two days but you miss me, i miss your welcoming and lingering hugs. as we part from our embrace your arms lay and sweep over the lower half of my stretched back.i want you to wear your jeans on saturday and ill wear myn.
Saturday, November 28, 2009
my, now our, alfred the dead fish and his wife mrs alfred-fish-bottom.good times on msn at 10 o'clock at night.you swinging on your chair me with a fan in my face because of the heat.i can never look at a lemonade icey pole the same way.ever!!and yes it is dripping all over the floor and it tastes delicious.at least i got to see your smile(:
i absolutely love you in your jeans.dont ask me why, but when every other guy was wearing shorts and then you were standing there in your jeans you looked so innocent and sweet that i wanted you all to myself.right then and there.i have you to myself now and ive told you i love you in your jeans and you replied by saying you love me in everything i wear.you make me feel confident but there is no pressure with you.no pressure to kiss you right away no need to walk around all over each other and no pressure to shout out that i love you.