gotta look
got to have...
I cant stop its driving me crazy
the beauty
the perfection
the mystery
I need to be near
its driving me crazy
every time he walks by I have to look,
and inhale deeply in futile hope, to feel his scent. To inhale his very essence.
he is cautious of me, because he thinks I will hurt him.
last time I got him, I did not hurt him, I just brought him close to me
so I can feel him,
smell him,
gently put my mouth on him
and yes I did lick him and slobber on him
but I didn't hurt him,
he says i would have if those people didn't stop me.
"stay away"
"leave him alone"
"just don't worry yourself about him"
that's what the people say.
but he is so,
so,
so in-describable,
when I look at him my soul stirs in a way that words can't describe
he is so much of everything I like,
I've got to have him.
He has to like me,
if I can just get him alone again I can tell him
and if he won't listen
at least I'll be close.
and if he won't listen
I will pin him down and inhale his beauty
and if he won't listen still
I will be the last thing he sees while i crush the life out of him
slowly,
lovingly,
feeling like I have never felt before.
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