Wednesday, April 26, 2006

My Girl Next Door

Every since I was a young lad, I've been enamored by the Girl Next Door.

She's cute and adorable, but sexy when she wants to be. She's sweet and kind, but has a sarcastic side from time to time.

I love the Girl Next Door.

She doesn't use a lot of makeup and thrills to getting dirty on a Sunday afternoon. She's a family girl who wants to have a family of her own someday.

I want the Girl Next Door.

Her appearance is a little quirky and her smile a little bent, but none of that really matters in the long run. Her laugh is halfway between a chuckle and a giggle and it has a slight musical tinge to it.

I miss the Girl Next Door.

She puts up with my crap and dishes it back when it's becoming too much. She knows that my illness isn't the entire definition of who I truly am.

I long for the Girl Next Door.

She saunters through my dreams and teases me with her possibility. Her hair, her aroma intoxicates me until I'm incapable of resisting.

I deserve the Girl Next Door.