She Gave Me the Runs

Eh-hem.


She gave me the runs.
Her smooth soft skin drew me in
I chose this particalur one because of the way she made me feel
This time she wasn't chunky
This time she wasn't big
This time I thought we had something going for each other
I wouldn't have to store her in my cold cold heart
Instead caress her against the base of my being
And lick her every essence

But her time was up.
She turn our love around into the evol that consumed my inner being
Destroying my scruture, interrupting my time
Leaving me with only a bowl of the remains of our quick relationship
She gave me the runs.
And with that being said, I take another shot to head
I keep my body from being fed to allow the process to begin
In the end I return to my old friend:
Ginger who Ale's the boiling within
Expired Peanut Butter, I hope to never meet again.