The day begins and I wake up with a smile on my face. Yet ambivalence catches me by surprise as I am happy to have met you and sad cuz you live on the other end of SC. 12-13 weeks: the amount of time I have to suffer the absence of beauty that, for the time bein’, does not appear before my eyes. You just don’t know girl. It’s like a viral infection is slowly eatin’ away at my insides. No I don’t want anyone to suck the venom out of me. I want it to keep coursin’ through my blood; killin’ me and killin’ me so I will want you more and more. It’s not a bad thing; it’s a good because one I’ve never felt this wit anyone else before so it kinda tells me something. Two once your venom takes full of effect and taken over every once of my blood you’re not gonna want me to ever leave. Your warning label said so. So thanks. You obviously bit me for a reason: you want to be wit me.

So I’m encouragin’ you to keep flashin’ your bright smile that forever paralyzes me, lookin’ at me wit them devilish eyes that resemble a night of ecstasy, and glossin’ your lips to the point where I am just drawn to sneak a kiss wit your moist, gentle lips. Every wet kiss I get from them leaves a trace of your lip gloss. By the time I’m done all the gloss you put on will be on my lips. Don’t matter though. As long as I know how the gloss got there, I could careless what others got to say about it.

I think you should know that my passion for you burns like the hot intensity of a thousand suns. In other words, you have built up a super nova. By the time those 12-13 weeks are up, the people at USC are doomed cuz once I see you, this super nova is getting’ released and you and I will be the only survivors because we are the only ones impervious to it. Unlike Omarion my heart is hot now that I met you. I think I got heartburn. How bout you come be my Zantac? I promise not to OD on you.