Impatience (not mine)
Luxurious (art, numbers and unison)
What is he?Finally
No, she's a slut. This has nothing to do with the show. Or does it?
Recognition in your face
Familiarity in your gestures
I think he looked me in the eye, again
Something like feeling very smug. Satisfied?
Go home, alone.
Enjoy the fact it strikes a chord.
It moves through my body.