Old Ribbon Scars.

Yet again late inte the evening I'm sitting here alone, wishing myself closer to you. I keep trying to imagine what you are doing right now, how you look, how you giggle and try to feel that sweet scent of yours sneak its way to my conciousness. Old ribbon scars never forget they say, and I agree, for all that I can memorize is that first passionate kiss, the kiss that I never wanted to end. Our lips touched, our teeth grinded against each others, our bodies pulled themselves unkowningly towards anothers, our hearts connected, and now I am sold, sold for life, sold to you.