I remember asking you for help
Throwing a thanks casually
Though my mind was racing
Hoping you twist to pick it up.
I love meeting your eyes
The few occasions I've been close
Your body overwhelms me
And I the uncontrolable chatterbox
Is silenced for a moment or two
You heard my argument
On how I am not a choad
Or even a loser
You smiled at my once
And I could feel my heart
Colliding with it's walls
I have this unpassable urge
To walk up to you and say
"Hi I'm Beth.
I want to fuck your brains out."
Yet, social graces hold me back
And the chance you might refuse
So instead I stare at my feet
Smile softly
And hope my lust doesn't
Seep out of my eyes.

07/16/2002

Author's Note: Vince....one of the many poems about him. I am too lazy to actually put them all in this folder, so deal.

Posted on 07/16/2002
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