teenager...

love blossomed at the intersection of lust, dreams and desire, where crowded clouded skies  yield to chocolate cream sunsets, harbors can’t harness the depths  of passion so pervasive you can taste it you make me laugh, you’re a sack of something else sometimes, i laugh uncontrollably  at your antics  and inappropriate chimes about the things you’d really like to say to your boss, or certain friends who might be overdoing the lip gloss, and what types of clothing are just too close to dental floss when