Dear Boy

Dear Boy,

When my arm is next to yours, and I can see the difference in color, I think dirty thoughts. I remember my leg on your shoulder and noticing the contrast. And, of course, my mind wanders even further then.

Looove,
Kimmie.

P.S. I like to make comments about stuff "just in general", that only you and I would understand...just to make you think about it too, while you're holding her hand.