A Girl Named Allie

Allie I check her form, I even warn myself, hypnotic are the motions of her hips, as she moves smooth through the building, she is the foundation on which I want to build, a life of sexy conversation, can’t keep my mind, my eyes, my hands, my lips, my thoughts off of her, at night in my bed I dream of asking how she would feel about a question, what if someone told you that your image flooded every dark corner of the room, I am afraid to sleep, because of fear that I will lose the image that is my grown man night light, I almost need to sleep with a bag of ice to cool the nuclear heat produced by the chimera that is you, we both act shy and unsure, but leave an awkward encounter with wanting for another.