I dont regret anything.
Except not getting closer to the saphire colors of your irises, getting damn near a frontal lobe analysis.
But still , i dont regret anything.
Thinking about it ; i toast to the minimal time spent hearing you laugh and the thickness of your lips.
How i could i regret anything?
Well, i got inside your heart and mind, rather than see the morning sunrays climb your back and neck from behind.
Shit, i forgot that i dont regret anything.
I just came by to tell you that i don't really think about what you look like old or naked.
I just play with the idea that I'm a monk, your body a temple and what you have between your legs is spiritually sacred.
This is getting weird since i don't, did'nt or do regret anything.
But I'm free saturday and monday, thursday, sunday, april, may and so forth.
All aside kiddo, thanks for not giving me nothing but a reason to go up north.