Aye Writhed With Agony

Aye Writhed With Agony... Unbeknownst to any innocent onlooker, aye underwent extreme internal torture with silent cry ying whimpers, whence, (either left or right) post- pubescent myopic eye didst readily espy, an aesthetically pleasing female, and most likely stunning to any other generic guy and suddenly rendered mute, NO..., NOT even daring enough to say "hi," which close proximity of sizzling hot babe wrought me fancying myself being whisked away (in a one horse open sleigh, despite the remote possibility livingsocial in Montgomery County, Pennsylvania suburban) igloo to be frozen with fear, petrified lo' while terror seized thee Oh No bliss oblige emotional status quo of much younger Matthew Scott Harris head to toe induced a deplorable woe imaging other (prospective obscured individuals) probably considered yours truly tubby unstrung mama's yoyo, and at this present time feline less in timid dated noticing a sultry, leggy, and foxy anatomical and physiological arrest ting, though such hypothetical chest a coy gal, nonchalantly, innocently with non verbal expressed charm and demurely posing as if intending to serve as guest of honor, nonetheless, this brief illusory invest ment, sans quasi voyeuristic poetic, shrug jest sheen, and imagistic distraction, thy sole rhythmical motif, since n'er nest sold with any purdy young thang begrudging natural animalistic proclivity, which absence young adult quest ting, oh yea definitely in apropos now, yet...that self deprived self discovery stage of life, that "smarts" me psyche, when clumsy teen age dating experience, a electric kool aid acid (litmus) test until twilight age senescence doth wrest.