RESTRICTED (artistic)

Sigh.

Okay, I'll come out and admit it. I'm a closet narcissist.

Ask any mirror.


>> OKAY anyway. Here's a poem I scriboodled when I was bored out of my mind studying SS, after the illegal smugglers* Jacq and Aza left. Contrary to populare beliefe, my sis and I do not have zero interest in guys. Well, not ZERO, anyway.

Girl, 16, Bored
(My kind of guy)

Strong Arms
Sweep me off my feet
Suckulent lips
The taste of love is sweet
A good tongue
You can't go wrong with humour
Passionate feet
The thrill of the chase- you can't go far without fervour
Q-tips at hand
Catch my every word
No BB** please
Blow kisses black - shh, not a word
UHU glue, armed and ready
Break my heart, but fix it, quick

And there it is, all the qualities he needs.
Maybe just one more
... What rhymes with

Quick?

yeah man. that's it.

- Mother (in heat)

*to enter the study room you have to sign up for a $55 membership
**bad breath (BB was an acronym my sis's shanghai friend in pri sch came up with.. she used to call my sis BB girl =))