Love

It's easy when we are young to fall in Love. His lips, his eyes, the way his pants caress his thighs. He walks in front while you wander behind, thinking he is such a great guy. You gaze into his beautiful eyes. But for it to be real is when we grow older. The fights, the slamming of the doors, maybe it time to start over. Another guy with beautiful eyes, and pants that caresses his thighs.