the rapid fire
of electric
pragmatic
wonderful
heavy
breath
on my
neck
ears
lips
hands
gripping
groping
teasing
hips
pushing
thrusting
grinding
chest
pressing
holding
panting
lips
*******
biting
kissing
oh but his eyes
they
were
fixed
on me
the
whole
time.
apparently I'm an old soul, but I think this is young love.