Infatuation

Chartruese hues surrounding wide eyes, catching glimpses of Kaleidoscopes while the rain smears what's left of handprints. I stood there, intoxicated Which was cut short by the blow to my lower abdomen ten minutes prior. Damn, heart's hurling false feelings that we deem reality because of inexperience in such matters. Failed to harden my organ though although i wished it had. on the other hand i am grateful for the experience.