Author's Note: This is a little exercise I just did. I usually don't publish these, because I end up thinking they suck. But I don't think this one's to bad, but you can be the judge.
~B
Loving you.
That's all I do anymore.
There is NO way to beat him, so why try?
I'll do what he can never accomplish.
I'll love you.
And when I stare at those dirty locks of flame, I forget the rat race, and I can finally feel myself breathe.
When I run my hand over that cute little ass of yours, in your tight purple skinny jeans, and hear you giggle… I don't know what to do, it's too frigging much.
And when I hold you so close, and you run the palms of your hands down my back, and when you sigh. It's like the gods themselves blessed this fucking moment. It's unbelievable, it's unimaginable.
And it's ours.
All the soft touches and sweat covered bodies trembling with love. All the soft looks and softer kisses, and the headiness of love. All the warmth of the world, condensed to fit into one of your hugs.
So fuck Near and his asshole of a personality.
I've got the sweetness of your soul, and a cradle of nicotine to lull me.
I've got Matt, and no one, not even Near, can top that.