Penis Doodles On The Bathroom Walls Of Impermanence

Eyeglasses

Gusto kong maging girlfriend yung may eyeglasses din kagaya ko.

Aside sa she's most likely to be brainy 'pag ganun, gusto ko rin maging nakakatuwa at memorable yung magiging first kiss namin.

It'd be under a starry sky, 3 AM midnight, on some rooftop. The wind is chilly, but our conversations are warm. So warm it'd slowly lead us to desire a kiss. She’d feel it. I'd feel it. We'd both feel the urge to kiss. But none of us would verbalize the feeling.

We'd continue to talk about whatever we'd think of, pretending to be fine, ignoring the strong feelings that are clawing out of the metal cages we both locked them.

We laugh at something funny, some joke about dog poop, childish I know, but were becoming children now. I laugh first, she follows. Then she snickers like a pig, and I laugh at that, which prompts her to throw a playful punch on my shoulder as she laughs...

We'd laugh and laugh and laugh.
Then it'd intensify,  becoming loud roars.

Then slowly die out, dissipate into the chilly air until it's replaced with an intimate silence.

We find ourselves looking at each other.

My eyes are locking into hers and vice versa; the windows to our souls, both of which are now burning in zealous desire.

She'd finally see it.
I'd finally see it.
Gone are the locks and the gates are open; we lunge ourselves to each other and attempt to kiss.

But...

BOK!

Something's getting in our way.

Our eyeglasses. Shit. The frame pricks our eye sockets, we pull back, grinning both in pain and embarrassment.

She giggles. I giggle.

"Sorry, nakalimutan kong hubarin." She apologizes, her face blushing red.

"Ako din naman, tanginang eyeglasses 'to panira." I complain, "Masakit ba?" I ask her.

"Medyo." She smiles.

"Ulitin na lang natin, gusto mo bang ulitin?"

She answers a fast, "Syempre," now she turns redder realizing what she said. I smile. "Hubarin mo na eyeglasses mo," she orders me.

I say, "Ay, malabo ka na sa paningin ko 'pag tinaggal ko yung sa'kin."

She'll say, "Ulol, arte mo, pipikit naman tayo pareho." then add, "O sige, huhubarin ko na lang din yung sa'kin para fair." I smile.

We both take it off.

She's blurred now in my vision, but visible enough that I could see the crinkles in her eyes.

"Ang blurred mo na," she says, "Para kang tite sa Japanese porn." We laugh at this.

I look at her again.

"Malabo ka na rin sa paningin ko," I say, "Pero sa mata ka lang malabo, sa puso ko, malinaw na mahal kita."

She grins and become really red.

"Ulol mo, dami pang sinasabi, halikan mo na lang ako."

We find ourselves looking at each other... again.

My eyes are locking into hers and vice versa; the windows to our souls, both of which are now burning in zealous desire, disappointed at first, but willing to try again.

She'd see it.
I'd see it.

Gone are the locks and the gates are open already; we lunge ourselves to each other and attempt to kiss.

But...

BOK!

Something's getting in our way.

Oh no. It's my 6-inch dick, fully erect, pushing her away from reaching my lips.

I say to her, "Hala paano 'yan? We need to relax it first, hindi pwedeng hubarin 'to e."

Then we laugh and laugh and she sucks my dick.

Ganyan. Kaya gusto ko may eyeglasses.