Last night, I couldn’t help but notice.

Lord, you’re beautiful. Stunning, even.

The way you carry yourself. The way you look at me. You make me want to look at you.

And so I do.

I take it all in. Every curve. Every line.

I look at you and I don’t understand...

I don’t understand how a man can prefer men. Ever. It makes no sense to me. I hope it does to someone. I could never.

I don’t understand... well, anything.

Yet I feel. Desire, more than anything. Perhaps a twinge of envy. For that guy who gets to run his hands over those curves. Every. Night.

I don’t understand. Yet, I realize what it is like to fantasize. To want.

The more I look at you, the less I understand. How can anyone be so beautiful?

Oh. If only you were my girl.

What i'm listening to:

Everything Louder Than...
Meat Loaf
Bat Out of Hell II: Back Into Hell