I've daydreamed about touching you
for the longest time.
I imagined it would make shivers
run up and down my spine
make my nerve endings tingle
make my heart do quadruple somersaults
make a thousand fireworks explode
like a celebration in my brain.
I thought it was all the things
they said it was supposed to be.
They used such tantalizing words
to describe all those electric emotions
they said that had sparked in them,
all those warm, happy feelings
that left them smiling
for the rest of the day.
All those and then some...
heaven, maybe?
I touched you today, I actually did.
And I felt nothing but disgust
for you and your paper-white chicken legs
that probably saw the sun only today.
It was too funny for words.
What the hell was I thinking?
I've got better-looking legs than you do.
And I felt somewhat sorry for myself.
I guess I expected way too much.
