The time in between is plaguing my thoughts,
and now my eyes scan down.
The bulk, the look...
the zip or not?
Is it possible to think this way?
My tour guide does nothing to suppress the craving -
allusions of being well endowed makes me less than interested in the history he is trying to teach me.
He jokes about taking phone numbers instead of tips,
and I can't help but wanting to suggest something else.
A mixed dorm.... a terrible idea.
I now no longer really care.
Once a face, or a personality...
now just a glance at the package and I am miles away.
Driven mad by my own imagination.
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