I dont know a lot of things but i know that i like the way you say my name and touch my hip in that certain way like the fall leaves touching down after their sad fleeting journey just ever so lightly, your eyes not quite meeting mine. i dont know a lot of things shy wouldnt be the word your toungue would most easily stutter over but your teeth can chatter around a cigarette, and your lips...
As a perhaps obvious sidenote, I have no clue how to work this thang. I shall fiddle for some time, disregard pretty much everything that is produced from aforementioned fiddling. Might wanna disregard everything after as well…whatever.