Thinking Of You
Green eyes. Such beautiful green eyes. What else is green?
Grass is green, but it also itches--only if you wear shorts, though.
"Penny for your thoughts?"
I'm not allergic to grass, am I? Hopefully not--
"Hello?"
Picnics would be out of the question.
"I will poke you..."
Not even sure why gr--
"Ass!"
"Ass? You're thinking about ass?"
Stare at him confused. What? I said ass? ... Oh! I said ass!
"No, I meant grass!"
"Grass?"
No, that wasn't right either. What was I thinking about?
"You okay? Are you telling me you're smoking?"
"No. Yes. Wait, I mean I'm fine, Lance. Just... thinking is all."
"About grass?"
He's cute. Too cute for his own good. Does he know that? Probably trying to sweet talk me. Oh, but how it works. That voice.. all he has to do is talk to me and I'll be his forever. It's perfect at night, when it's just him and me. Fireplace and hot chocolate. He's a good pillow.
"No, not grass. Green."
He's also cute when he's confused. Coherant thoughts would be nice.
"Green what?"
"Your eyes. They're green. And so's grass... ?"
His laugh is contagious. A soft chuckle. Giggle, but manly. Heart-warming.
"So where did ass come from?"
"You have a nice ass?"
Shut up. I need to shut up. But his laugh is beautiful.
Beautiful? Can a laugh be beautiful?
"That was unexpected."
"For you and me, both."
His smile's just as beautiful. Perfect eyes. Perfect nose. Perfect lips. Lips so close.. and getting closer.. so soft.. so...--