Brass.

Did you jolt a bit with my brass when I decided to put that blunt confrontation in a sleek motion? Such aleatory move was sudden, and even though hesitation was awkwardly put beforehand, but it smoothen and relaxed after quite a while, only to be stiffened moments later: my extremities just went blank cold, tagged along the rapid, uncontrollable shakes of my heart . It made an atonal cacophony sound that whipped crisply into the grey air, dancing and swirling until it dissolved quietly. I thought that was just one firm decision I laid bare in front of your eyes with that nonchalant behavior I tried to stage otherwise the tingling sensation strewn all over my body, but it somehow was not it. They advocated me the pros and cons but all infos just stirred wildly making that simmering incomprehensible sound in my brain so I just hollered, Quiet! And they did. I was confused, and I still sadly am. In retrospect, you were the only thing that I've been constantly longed for. The familiar feelings, oh do they still exist? Perhaps, I think they still do but restrained, full to the brim but perfectly just enough before it's spilled and the glass toppled. Sheesh. If only this thing is as simple as jerking off.