her body a temple
wanting to be breathed in, tasted, sipped on, swallowed down.
she fights mind and body against conviction of "purity" and desire... against the things that make her blush to remember, burn underneath her belly button, tingle down there as if it was happening all over again...she crosses her legs tightly, and if feels good.
the color of gray reminds her of him...he tasted like rain
her head falls back...she shakes...always has, can never stay still..."shhhhhhhh" he says...
crawling backwards, relentless chasing...wanting to be caught...she forgets about the insecurities of her body... about the lack of planning what to wear underneath
why does he like the lights on?
hand behind her fallen neck and she wants to give in...to let him take her over...and over and over again...
but she doesn't...wants to so badly her stomach aches...
and it's over...
......................"so, you need a ride home?"...............................
and she remembers why she doesn't
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i want to whisper my comment. feel like quiet. like, ahhh, sigh.
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