phonghuang

she feels really warm, especially when it's cold, and i need a hug so i get close to her, and feel her skin pressing onto mine, securing the picked locks and rusted river banks of entire thought processes sadly, she only chooses the ones ending in exclamation points as if my being wasn't enough. that's how it feels sometimes. and when she comments it's like clouds part. but clouds don't really part, they move in one direction like herds of elephants and unfortunetly the elephant man is what came about. what an upsetting thought. (she likes that) i slow down when she cant ketchup she scrambles my eggs even though she's a woman, but sh