Boyfriend Ghost

( i pull up into your driveway in brazil and park. i get out and knock on your huge house, which is hanging from a tree branch that's thicker than my thighs. that is REALLY thick.) Im here, Lovey. your favorite brit. ( i say through the door, not caring if you hear me or not.) ( i pull off my skull balaclava as i hear you coming to open the door, and i lean against the post, crossing my legs a bit, which strains my jeans. im wearing a long sleeved black shirt and jeans, with combat boots)