I look out at all the vampires and the bright blue sky that keeps them not at bay. She walks along the inside. Her feelings don't break. She marks the spot where he lies. As her heart shakes Today was a good day. My friend's boyfreind is in love with me. And I really like him. It really complicates things. I know he's just dating her to be close to me at this point, and I don't want it to stop. The night before last they had been fighting so he had been away all day. Finally she went and got him, and when they arrived she went to sleep and he stayed up with me for the next two hours talking. He made a date with me to wake up earlier than everyone the next morning so we could talk some more. I woke up and there he was. I sleep on the couch most nights. I bunched my blanket up over my lap and stuffed it between my now naked legs that I lifted over my body to make room for him to sit down, then laid them down so that the toes of one foot pressed against his thigh and the other rested partially in his lap. We talked for an hour before the next person woke up. Our conversations were a delicate dance around the topic on the tip of both our tounges. It's going to happen I fear, and I feel somewhat bad about it, but I want him something fierce. I was trying to sleep before I started writing this, but I couldn't stop thinking about throwing my leg over this man and cuddling on his chest. How can I feel guilty about the inevitable? I'm not more beautiful than she is. I'm just a sexy transgirl. He's damn hot. Crap.
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