I Couldn't Look At You And Breath

Patch Stood Over Me, And A Drop Of Rain Slid From His Hair, Landing Like Ice On My Collarbone. I Felt It Slide Along My Skin, Disappearing Beneath The Neckline Of My Shirt. His Eyes Followed The Raindrop, And I Began To Quiver On The Inside.

I Was Just About To Ask You The Same Thing. I Know You Followed Me. Don't Look So Suprised. It's Called A Rearview Mirror. Are You Stalking Me For A Specific Reason?

I Tended To Be More A Romantic Than A Realist, And Chose Blind Faith Over Cold Logic.

Let Me Show You,” He Said In My Ear. “like This. Feel That? Relax. Now Pivot Your Hips—it’s All In The Hips.

Hate To Disappoint, But No Feathers. I Came To Earth Stripped Naked.