Yes i know.

I see this line I cross over. Yet I do it anyway. Crawl right to the edge. Smile evilly as I dance so close to the surface.

I know when I like it,who I like and how.

As much as I know I am never really capable of discribing it outloud.

easier to keep it all in and dwell on it.

Let it burn in my belly as I lay pressed against you.

Things are basic,underlined and rewritten with pernament black sharpies.

Where white out cant even cover it if I vocalize it too much.

Besides you know.Don’t you?

..

I have to let you in,when my voice is sort of shouting but no words come out.

And I think later I really should of said that.

It was on my mind when you asked me, I made a sort of haphazard attempt at agreeing, but not quite.

I think you know.

I like you. You are fun, you keep me interested in you.

A fight for me on every day terms.

And when you push into me, IT is so good that just thinking about it makes me wet.

But you know that dont you?

I know I dont speak outloud how I feel,but

I think my actions spoke very clear.

Right?  🙂