to the boy i can't resist: and i can't seem to understand, what it is that gets me in a trance.

i guess it's the way he smells in the morning...

(oldspice and toothpaste).

or,

maybe it's the way he puts his words?

("We're not lucky, we're blessed...")

and i wonder...

how long will it take him to discover every other (ohso) weak-spot?

24 January 2006