Yes I’m up thinking about you. Wondering what your doing. I imagine that your sitting by yourself relaxed on the couch. In my head you have a blunt in one hand and your head leaned back up against the arm rest. I wonder if your stressed. If you need someone to rub your neck or if you need to release your endorphins for lil bit.
I think of all the things I would say or not say in your presence. I don’t seem like your type. When you interact with people you rarely do it with chicks like me. I know I’m a regular chick. As far as looks average even. But I don’t care. I don’t want you to just see me with your eyes or just feel me with your touch. I’d like to consume your senses. Make you feel everything at once.