When I tell you to close your eyes, keep them closed, and I'll kiss you.
It's been a while . . . it shouldn’t have been. Since those days when I had you enthralled . . .
Yet part of me doesn't want commitment, doesn't want the drama.
I just want your jeans . . .
Then again, you look great dressed up. I'll do the chores if I can have the futon, make a career of modeling, and hold your hand on the red carpet with flashbulbs popping in our eyes . . . such intense eyes.
