X is for

Xeric is the way my mouth feels right about now.

Xander is his name.

Xander walks by and smiles, and boy does my mouth go dry.

Xanthic, is the color of his hair, and right now all that I think about.

Xylograph, is what I carve, both of our initials within a little heart, as I realize how much I love the guy.

Xanax, is probably what I need after he walks away, because I'm not even sure if he knows my name.

 

 

The End

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