Oh dear.
Who the blazing hell are you and where did you spring from? And don’t get pert and give me Pakistan via Saudi Arabia you know that isn’t what I mean. Oh I’m scared. I’m right scared and it’s got very little to do with where you’re from, boy.
Man.
It’s ‘cos of who you are, and who I am.
God help me (it sucks being an atheist) I can’t do this. Please let me not do this.
(*sigh* …As it happens that’s the very prayer that began my journey to atheism)
[whispers] …but I close mine on his hands his eyes his hips his smile
- the heat in him
Oh dear
…
What do you want from me? Pretty sure I’m in trouble either way. Big trouble.
Your family will hate me, so this can’t be serious, right?
As if!
when you’re so goddamn young (why do I do this? why do they want me to?)
And, grand boutade, you don’t fall in love anyway, right? Never have, anyway…
and will surely marry a nice girl fairly soon, maybe a friend of a cousin…
I am staring down the barrel of heaven and/or disaster and I do not like these odds.
But you’re not half intense, are you?
And me, I’m cool as a fucking cucumber, yeah?
[shivers]
[LOL]
Oh dear… :)