I felt it, the desire to want too much— with eyes open, why do I think so rough. She is the river i poisoned, locked up, yet I wish it was real— the constant thoughts, the feeling, her body near.
oh how it felt, kissing the goddess of grace, her silent moans, threatening to escape. The bittersweet pleasure of two body's colliding, hands intertwine like bracelets, it felt too real, but.. This is not me, I am supposed to crave men, not a girl I called an enemy.
Jan 14
Jan 14, 2026 at 12:48 PM UTC