a boy has just so much he can take when a boner is all he's gotta give.

maybe, it's the way you look at me with those almond cherry eyes.
maybe it's the way you laugh and grin; so playful, so sweet.
maybe it's the way you whisper words when you bite my ear.
maybe it's the way your skin seem so soft in the stickiest of situations.
maybe it's the way the wind blows across your hair; epic.
maybe it's the way you walk and the way your hips sway with it.
maybe it's the way you speak when the words don't seem to match up.
maybe it's the things you speak of, which sometimes don't make sense, but have the greatest affect.
maybe it's in the way you kiss, so sensuous, so tempting, so dangerous.
maybe it's in the way you hug and confide, how honest and true.
maybe it's in the way you hold my hand, and how it seems to fit.
maybe it's in the ways i think about you, in the most strangest of times, and how you think of me too.
maybe it's just foreplay, when you tell me the things you do.

...

i give up

maybe, it's just you.