He calls himself Peter Pan and he's looking for a new Neverland. I feel him watching me thinking that I can't see. But the shadow that he can never quite catch always winks at me when he leaves.
I turn to sneak a peak but I always find he's already looking at me. I wonder how one can be young for eternity. Wouldn't it get rather lonely?
I saw him again and he finally said "hello." It was timid and shy but on the inside he's wild. I couldn't help myself from my toothy smile. There was nothing to say but "It took you a while."
We are going strong Peter and I. In my ear he'll whisper sweet nothings and desire. I'll just smile and kiss his pink lips. Because what's left to be desired when you live eternally fighting pirate ships.