this one is a bit risque. dont remember when i wrote it.

***
ive got respect for you.
ive got, what they call,
an "erection" as well.

you can laugh. i know, its funny.
You can parade around knowing i am watching you.

you could also make me feel like
this isnt want you want.

twotimes i rocked the stations between us
i wished for solace, and wished that you'd
cop a feel, or maybe just a glance
maybe a little smirk, though your eyeshadow
is a bit too
bit too much.

youve got some nice curves, love.
youve got all the right moves.
youve got me in a bind, love.
and i bet you dont know what i think.

because i dont tell you.

i could repeat myself, but i dont think
you really care. i think you are too in love
with your hair, with their stares, with
a whole ****ing image of a world
that does, indeed care -

about your lies, about your cries.
about your subtle ministrations on the dance floor
you bring every guy in here to his knees.
mostly because they are all imagining
(imagine is a loose word, it doesnt take much of that)
you on yours.

kill me.

thrill me.

take me away, take me a way
you dont know. i bet im different than them.

i bet im going to treat you right.

you made me laugh and smile, great repetition.

thanks mate.

sweet!

i've been experimenting with densities in eyeshadow.. speaking of hiding