I had no clue what you looked like, not outwardly, but your insides,
Did they shudder at the thought of your past relationship?
Yearn the touch of satisfaction,
Mourn the loss of childhood fulfillment,
In your dreams you define yourself as abnormal, going against society, above the extent as humanly possible as a political statement, that the normal people in this world are fucked and the adventurers hold the truth,
To me that made my skin tingle and heart leap, My mind swirling with rebellion but was unable to mask his mechanism to hide the "fuck boy" title that was permanently marked on his face,
Your intrigue was laced with fingertips brushing my inner thighs, promises of time and mistaken lies of an actual interest of my inner being,
Surprise! You have been defeated, the riddle has been sorted, your games have been shortened, you have made yourself well known,
that part where you slip your hand around my neck as if I begged you for it; another girl that blows,
Well that feeling was demeaning,
We were parked on the top of a mountain,
Somewhere in Oakland,
