Perfection

Oh my God! It’s David. What do I do? What do I say? How do I portray my feelings for you without sounding completely gay? Oh David, your beauty, your perfection silences me, leaves me without the natural reflex that I most need to live, to go on. Your shy little smile, your thin little waist, your long slender legs, and your cute little face makes me want you in a way that should not be said aloud to you or to anyone. I don’t know you and I don’t care to I just want to worship you, I just want to lust over you - David you and your tri-colored plaid shirts and your tight thigh hugging black pants That’s it. That’s all I need. To vicariously gain pleasure Through your glorious perfection.