dry.

lips meet,

as i bask in your scent,

clock ticks,

there's no time,

there never is... enough.

It's what I can't get;

enough of you.

Never thought I'd let go

and let loose,

this tight noose

constricted, restrictions

are vacant and void.

when it comes to you

all I see, is true.

Baby.

It's you.

Geography.

our least favorite subject...