Everyday.
Everyday I see you walking around in some tasteful little outfit from some department store. The $27 stripe long sleeve top with the matching khakis and tastefully hip horned rimmed glasses. I see the little hop in your step as you walk and your hips swing to a gentle beat.
It drives me wild.
I want to take you away to the most remote shitty motel we can find and show you how wild you drive me. I want to rip that stupid fucking top off of you and let you feel my breath on the nape of your neck. I want to press that tight body of yours against the wall as you moan in ecstasy. I want your big eyes to look over those horned rimmed glasses as I worship every ounce of your body. I want to tear away every layer between the two of us. I want our breathing to become one; I want everything between us to become one.