blurry .

to whom much is given, much is expected .
can i beg & plead to differ ?
i don't expect much from you .
yes .
you were given those arms - boaconstrictors that suffocate any and all of my inhibitions .
that crisp smile, cutting through my constant attitude like a butcher knife ;
washboard abs so tight that im compelled to type corny phrases like, "washboard abs" .

but i can't expect much - a tongue as witty as a nick.jr television show . i hope you dont plan to arm wrestle your own mind ... the latter would suffer a pitiful loss: weak . shhh baby shhh , dont speak ... just wrap your arms around my waste and suffocate those inhibitions ...

hope for the best, but expect the worse ? lol .

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