I was 14
He was 15
I felt that love
He felt that lust
I was frozen
He was hot to the touch
I held his hand
He grabbed my hips
I felt his anger
He felt for me
Laying and waiting
Jealousy can be such an ugly thing
Oct 13, 2017
Oct 13, 2017 at 3:36 PM UTC
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