You stare at me, blowing kisses with your
soft, pink, and plump lips.
And i smirk at you as you ride
the carousel with one of your
girlfriends.
It was just you and me and
some old friends, that knew
about this old fair.
It was like an old song,
that only we had known.
You creep to me slowly
crawling on all fours, laughing..
filled with precious euphoria or
just what was simply in that
red cup.
Her friend, Stacy, thought her crawling
to me was so hysterically funny.
but i just thought it was hysterically
childish.
I could feel the burning sensation
boiling up all over my body.
She reaches up to me
and lings her body unto me,
i resist, pushing her off
in a quick manner.
She see's this as a fight
and i know this isn't right.
