allison silentbob the curve of your hips sloping down to your thighs leading between to where my attention lies and the soft buldge of your stomach i'd like to touch your head using your forearm as some kind of crutch a sly smile politely sharing joy this is how i know i'm the right boy my forehead fits between your shoulder and chin your pants curve open and my hand slides in i bite your bottom lip and move closer to your heart its going to get hard, but this is the fun part your skin smells like the lotion on your floor you're breathing heavily and wanting more this isn't because our friendship is dead This is because our knees are spread. He doesnt exist to me and never will i'm sure there's parts of you he'll never fill my finger dents the dimple on your cheek and i wonder if we'll be speaking in one week my head against your chest, my heart is goign fast and now it stops to rest,and now this breath is past we hold each other and exhale, this is what it is about and all the speaking that we did now we go without and when enough time passes, i get dressed and go once gain i went too fast, after i vowed to take it slow down the elevator shaft i shoot out the door and all of them laughed when i said we could be more 030223 what's it to you? who go blather from