Stop, wait, you’re going under my waist You say you just want a taste You say you just want to go pass first base “Let’s go to a quieter place” My legs and thighs you want to embrace   Back up, I need some space You’re crossing the line, you think it’s some sort of... Continue Reading →

Heart on Display

My heart is hanging on my sleeve.And yet I won't let anyone have it.It's just on showcase for my liking.Look, but you can't touch.It will continue to hang there, collecting dust.The last time I gave it to someone it got exposed, cracked in several places.I refuse to let that happen again.I won't let you touch,... Continue Reading →

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