I’ve been thinking about her all damn day.
I don’t need this.
Don’t have time for this.
Don’t need this to fuck with Venus.

Oh how I enjoyed kissing her last night.
My body is freaking out.
Everytime I visualize her face, I get this wild tingle inside.

Just tryin’ to get to Sunday’s rehearsal...
making sure shit don’t get weird.
Ain’t nothin’ gonna fuck with Venus.
Means too much.

I don’t know if I can get to Sunday...
not even through tonight.
I’m afraid to call her
or
ask her if she wants to get together.

I’m afraid to do anything.

I called her
and
told her
I was staying in town this weekend,
hoping she would want to see me.
She asked me if wanted to run lines tomorrow.
Said,
“yes.”
Thinking,
“great,
I would see her.”
No, that’s bad.
Very bad.
I won’t be able to concentrate.
This is not good.
God, last night was so good.

Wow...

Would I feel this way if we had slept together?
Probably.
Yes.
Hell Yes.

But if anything happens, it would be best to wait.

A special evening
candles
fruit
wine
whiskey
and
sweet things
soft things.

This is so bad.

Bad in the sense that I’m going into my consumed
Serial Monogamist
place...
that
desire-
admire-
love-
lust-
infatuation-
thing.

Shiittt...keep it light and cool...
Just like these here nights.

She looked so wonderful last night.

Okay, so I’m not one for self-control.
I have no self fuckin’ control!
How do I sit on my hands and not call her?

This is so fuckin’ bad!

But it feel so good.



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