Pretty much me, pretty smitten, last year.
Dragging me towards you
prying my grip
erasing my senses
blinding my eyes
pushing me forward
trip....
Looks at me
smiles
starts to walk by
stops.
Helps me up
gathers my books
and out the door
with me dragging behind.
Tires peal
brakes squeal
stop signs ignored
going going going
were gone.
To the Hill
I hear the third period bell
ringing in my head
It too is ignored
along with my senses,
all except the ones I need
to feel his lips
his touch
the cold air,
and to see the puffs of breath
circling into the cold air.
Gone with the wind.
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My Gay Stories--Random
RandomSo pretty much just random pieces I've written over my life so far, some depressing, some absolutely random. If your interested, read, if not, don't.
