He starts to walk up to me , and I start to tingle.
I feel childish, Why am I acting like this or a species that sometimes act like pigs??
So i look away trying to cover my secrete obsession with the smell of his clothes or the power in his voice, I stand up straight and look away. Of course I have to act surprized when he comes, that gives the image that my body is calm and mind at ease, But really what is going on beneth that is:
Do i smell good ?
Is my hair ok ?
check the teeth because Who knows how things might turn out if you say hello and a peice of spinach is stuck betweeen your teth and somehow catipults out of your mouth and on to his shirt.
All my stress is melted away when I feel his warm arms wrap around my as if my body was wrapped into a bouritto and roasted by the sun.
Now I now what your thinking, WOW this girl is " Out there"
.......Oh i know i am so don't worry. If it gets any worse ill consult a doctor but for know I want you to come on a tour of my brain, sit in the passengers seat... OH don't ask questions, that will just confus you even more.
What you just experenced the introduction to my wild ride called.......... yeah um... CALLED!!!....... (Thinking... thinking)
"The indefinate Rides of a bouritto"
Enjoy!
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