If your mouth could serve as my blanket, Your kisses keeping me warm, Your shoulder would serve as my pillow, Your body a shelter from storms. And when I need to get away, You’re the place I want to escape, I hide inside you. When I run out of things to say, Words cannot do enough to tell, I love you. Thoughts of you often consume me, You’re all I think about. I try to ask you to be mine forever, But the words never come out. Run away... Run away, little boy. I'm going to eat you.
WHOA! o2 dude right before i read your post i was thinking in a shouting voice in my head "Pedofile!" freaky!!
I think my therapist is attempting to brainwash me. I used the big word "attempting" there, because I forgot how to spell "trying". Go away. You don't know me, or my cousin Bob. Asshole!
I had little brainfarts like that before. I had one tonight an hour or so ago... I was like "badnana? banana? bandanna?" and it was bandana.