Scheming, Thinking, Creeping

A Story by joe

I’ve been scheming on the low, thinking and ever creeping on the low. I saw you walk out in your slinky manner too nonchalant to be worried about anyone else’s presence. All I could do was wish that you were thinking of me. Remember you kept from talking, feigning you weren't interested and now I look at you here as if you were anybody, but in reality I can’t keep myself from wanting to hold you like it was the middle of December. However for some reason you fall in the season of evergreen. So was your name but I didn't hesitate to approach. I just kept secretly thinking on the low vibing off your ambiance and just ever creeping wishing you could hold for a minute and let me know what you’re about.

Continuously looking for similarities to keep you interested. Honest with a sense of confessions looking at you with obligation. Suave and keeping calm. Walking with I didn't think the cause for the leaves falling were your heels clapping against the floor shaking the ground beneath my feet. Somewhere between psychotic and hypnotic you’re just the right amount of danger to my health. Writing, eye’s closed, sinking, thinking of the smooth silhouette of your body still fascinating me in memory.

Too harsh it really hurts; going out with the ambition that I would carry your smile but am I too arrogant to keep my hope up for this?,

Don’t have me creeping on the low, thinking and ever scheming.

When I can only refrain from such detrimental words of sentiment. I can't help but fall deep inside of you. All I want to do is all the small things you do so well. Hold you inside out and free you of insecurities. The first and last of every detail. Wanting to marry you or give some kind of commitment. What more can I say now when I won't stop staring at you from a distance. What more can I say now because: you’ve got me scheming on the low, thinking, and creeping hopefully not reminiscing. Now I know I’m the furthest thing from perfect but let me witness what others praise so much, all hands clap. Beautiful, blossomed better yet ever blooming, I cay say that with my pride still intact.

I want to be every budget of what your willing to spend.The furthest thing from completion, but full of passion...

I watch every other horizontal crease on your forehead. Left hand free multicasting with your right hand. The resemblance of wilderness. All heads turn to stop and stare. Maybe I just didn't notice your writing grip even though you say you’re not a writer. And now there's a part of me somewhere inside that keeps on disagreeing. Am I the only one who doesn't understand what's so difficult and special about you. Can't you see baby I’m burning up and my left hand is also free.. Lately I’ve been creeping on the low, drinking, smoking, and thinking on the low. Do you know where my morning walks go when I’m sober? I'll let you know when we're toe to toe. Go on and follow me into the night. Don’t be shy now, do you know where the cross walking goes? These bruises from your craze of love haste. My heart stutters at the sight of your legs when you place yourself like a crown. Just a dream from a love I love so...So please don't break it or I'll shatter into pieces. Bittersweet encounters although I’m glad I chose you so please don't go when I love you so.

Yes dear my hands keep moving I can't control this depth splitting in between your legs. How I just keeping looking in your direction too embarrassed to keep eye’s intact while enticed by your deep gaze. Excited loving with a love like no other love hopefully not loving just to be loved. Cause I’ve just been creeping on the low, smoking, drinking, and scheming on the low, joking, dreaming and ever hoping on the low. Toying between love and abuse. Call this youth or a still moment. Shining like a star in the frozen sky. My eye’s blink to hold you in a momentary phase.

The sweet warmth of your breath and short clean cut hair. I can't help but slip and fall from your sharp sleek looks. Shut me up and I come down now knowing what to admire in time. What is this discourse for it goes nowhere? Useless computation disagreeing in confusion. Heat of your neck and tongue so deep inside my mind, you've got to show me what I've been craving about. I’m sorry but my limitations are nothing short of beauty and art. You say I have a habit of kissing but the more often you let me in, I can’t help but get addicted. Now you’ve got me on my worst behavior. A terrible nature of bewildered passion nothing close to the pretender I play so well. Nowhere near from perfect, I can’t help but resonate of your composed and quiet demeanor that has got me writing and thinking a way I never have before. Scheming, drinking, smoking, hoping, wanting, wishing, and ever creeping on the low. Feeling complex. Not giving up. No longer pinned down, was stuck in the house needed to get out more. Finally living active, aimlessly wandering, endless pondering, and continuously discovering new reasons to go out and do s**t.