forgetmenots.
I feel that I am lacking in the romance department nowadays. I read and hear about occurrances of my lover's ex-lovers and how they are so innovative in creating events so beautiful that it puts me to shame. Have I lost that edge, or is it just that the warmth of her body against mine empties all of the masterminded plans from my brain and injects elation until it is escaping from every pore on the surface of my peachish flesh. Maybe someday it will all come back, but I kind of like it this way.