The shirt is so tight.
accenting the curves that are so nearly perfect,
it could be a painting.
I'm drawing her endlessly in my head.
****, undressed (I think I'm crying)
I'm trying to throw her out of my head.

And I can't with those shorts.
And I can't with that ***.
And I can't with those ****.
And I can't with that hair.

Nothing but animals we are.
We **** to live and live to ****.
But guess ******* what,
I love it.