bah...

that's the big problem. when you start again you can't finish...
You can't take your thought of it.
It's addicting...
Kissing is like a drug...
And my body is like the body of a dried out junky screaming for more.
Like a riverbank in the sahara waiting for the next rain.
Like a hungry baby waiting for the spoon fool of delicious looking things.
And my mind is like FOG!
FOG everywhere...
ok...not fog. Mist. It is misty.
I can't concentrate...
Phase of the moon must get a lot out of me...
I wish there would be a pierrot to dance for me...