Sweat

Sun hits my body. All I can think about are the two hard slender physiques near and dear to my balcony.

Why is it that sex is constantly running through a males mind, but they never once decide to peak inside a women's perspective? Do the ones who alter themselves to become more feminine still develop non existing hard-on's, or are women better at hiding it?

Where there once was a gentle thought now lies dark and devious deeds created by adulthood and feminist empowerment.

A swan is as beautiful as a rose until it grows older and withers before our very eyes, then it becomes a foul and disgusting inanimate object smudging everything in its path.

Does it smell as sweet once it's gone? Perhaps, but it will always behold a magnificence people can't quit let go.