Using my eyes to caress your neck, to “feel” every freckle I see as I scan your shoulder. My lips part slightly at the sight of your shoulder. I l...an forward, getting my lips to nearly touch it. A slow, warm, steady breath leaves my mouth. I breathe over your shoulder, my hand slightly lifting. Using a waving gesture, my hand caresses your thigh. At times my fingers curl, putting pressure on your leg, but always returning to rest flat on your thigh. I move my lips even closer. I feel a light. "Oh, that's so shallow, Brian. Think. This isn't about a slighted love. This is about the massive betrayal of humanity. Who tells us lies and assures us that we're secure for life then betrays us with lack of jobs, poverty, and war?" Um ... the government?" Who promises eternal life, bliss, and joy, but attempts to harness everyone to a single way of thinking?" Religion?" Think bigger. If you are going to go all out on a limb with a poem like this, you have to go all in. Who holds happiness. I met Andrea when about a year ago when we were both in our early twenties, when she moved into the other side of my duplex in the city. Previously I had been left some money and though still not sure of what I wanted to do in the world I realized having a place to rent without paying for it was near the top of the list. So I buy a duplex, not big. Essentially a large downstairs room which is kitchen/eating area/family room. And two rooms upstairs with a bathroom/laundry room. I rented the. On one such occasion when we were going out she’d put on a mini skirt and a sleeveless top with no inners and I was wearing a jeans pant and a t-shirt with no inners we were in a lift of a mall where the lift was over crowded we were at the end of the lift and I saw someone pressing her ass and her eyes closed to my surprise she was enjoying that by pressing that guy’s dick soon when I wanted to stop that I found another hand pressing her boobs luckily no one noticed this.Then when we came out.