my imagination is taking me to your gut.
so i stare at that rumbling mess under your shirt, convinced that if we were all sitting here without shirts, we'd be sure to sit a little more erect... put a bit more emphasis the rolls of our waists as opposed to the cinnamon roll you're stuffing your face with.
it's ok.
i drool when i'm staring at the screen for too long, too.
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