I used to say that it's the world around me, but now I can't hide it anymore. It's me, all me. I remember being young, happy, carefree. Lost in the wonder of the world and people in it. I miss that feeling; you know the one. Wanderlust, awe, or should I say awestruck at the world around us. Even the smallest creation was amazing: a ladybug landing on your arm, how we would watch with amazement then giggle when it tippy toed across our skin. Then we would watch it fly away, and we would wave.
I’ve never wanted to kiss a woman before,
I listen to you speak, and of course all I’m really doing is imagining your lips kissing the soft underside of my breasts.
What the hell am I thinking?