Saw a past love walk towards me
Down my street today
Same coat
Same gait
Same hips
But at closer range
It wasn't her
And the snappy opener
I had in my head
Faded to nothing more than
I liked you
I'm sorry we couldn't manage
To be friends.
It probably is, because look, we barely know each other. I've only been blogging for a few days. But, if we do somehow end up naked together, there's a chance it could happen, sooner rather than later. Because, er, I like you. And you like me. That's how we got here. And I'm turned on by you, and I want you to be turned on by me. And the state of awkwardness peculiar only to those who have removed their undergarments in the horn-infested presence of another for the first time is mutual, so why don't I* take a lead here? * Unless you've really got a frisk on and have already set the pace, so to speak. I'm easy like that. If we're already en le frottage , then let's be comfortable with each other. I'll roll with it. What goes around comes around, etc. Michael Douglas probably wouldn't approve. But then I worry if I wear a cotton v-neck, in case people think I'm copying his style. Which of course I may be, subliminally.
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