This piece of prose is about a recent crush I've developed.
The way you look. I see the way you look at me. With a smile and confused.
You don't quite know what to do with me. And I get so scared when you smile
because I start thinking something is wrong. You've got a body that makes me
cry all of the time. And I just can't stay strong.
Knowing that you can make me squirt just by sitting on my lap makes me chuckle just a little bit.
Knowing you're probably going to injure me someday makes me know that at least you care.
Even when I get real drunk you let me punch the fuck out of you. When I wake up you are still there.
The way you look. I see that way you look at me. And it makes me cry. Just because I know what
you'll do to me. Just with your touch you can make me feel like such a little boy. You give me all
of these desperate fantasies. So, if you're a girl, I'm a boy, and this is about you so make sweet love
And I giggle all day long thinking about you tickling me.