the fact that your eyes are not brown but blue,
I've never liked blue eyes before.

when you look over at me in the morning with one eye open and than hide under the covers.

When you casually put your hand over mine when were falling asleep.

Waking up in the middle of the night and kissing you, and you kissing me back.

Your moaning, and not in a sexual way, but in a tired way.

Your moaning in a sexual way, and the words, faces that come with that.

Being called lovely or beautiful.

Kissing you standing up.

Giving you a hug goodbye in bed in the morning when you're still sleepy.

Your puppy.

Snuggling, kissing, and playing with your puppy.

Falling asleep to great music with you.

Your boxer briefs...and how they fit

blueblueblue

woke up in the middle of the night
i must of looked quite a sight
face flushed, beeds of sweat
some things, you just never forget

James?

i always sleep to the left
the other spot neat and kept
for a night where I don't know...
it just doesn't feel as cold

now now

you once told me I was hard to read,
and I'm sure that's what intrigued you about me.
For once, you weren't the cold one.
But now you think you're getting closer
because I made you muffins?
everyone makes muffins, besides, I didn't even bring them over
they were left on the table for Myron.

two: to the man who's screwing me (over)

: can you not sleep over tonight?
: sure.
: but do you still want to come hangout?
: alright.

As soon as I saw you I knew you were trouble. Making me laugh, pleasing the crowd, but we'd not mad eye contact once. And than I get your message.
Blue eyes are nothing but bad news.
And we talked, and talked, and proceeded to talk the two next days and you invited me over.
Blue eyes are ice cold.
And though I know wrong from right and I know what should and shouldn't be done I came over and watched a film. We were only going to watch a film.
Wrong, no one ever just watches a film.
And you said goodnight and turned over.
And I did the same, no matter how much energy was being thrown around us.
And yor hands started to carress me and your lips moved closer to my ear and I could feel your pelvis pushing into me.
Cold as ice.
how am I to stop temptation,
when you look, act and feel like that.
I couldn't care less about this if it weren't for the simple fact that you think i'm getting attached.
Or if I wasn't commited,
but I am, and this temptation is a dangerous thing.