Feb 2015
I bet you like the shape of my lips.
---I bet you want to taste them.
I bet you like the freckels that trail down my chest.
---I bet you want to connect them with your tounge.
I bet you like the way my hair falls to the middle of my back.
---I bet you want to trial your fingertips through it.
I bet you would never do those things.
I bet you are afraid of what might happen.
I bet I am more afraid of what might happen.
I bet I would hide my body from you.
I bet I would run.
I bet you wouldnt chase after me.
---I bet you want to taste them.
I bet you like the freckels that trail down my chest.
---I bet you want to connect them with your tounge.
I bet you like the way my hair falls to the middle of my back.
---I bet you want to trial your fingertips through it.
I bet you would never do those things.
I bet you are afraid of what might happen.
I bet I am more afraid of what might happen.
I bet I would hide my body from you.
I bet I would run.
I bet you wouldnt chase after me.
The stuggle of wanting to be with someone so badly but completly terrified of what could happen. Being naked for the first time in front of them, being touched for the first time... & how easy it can be to run away from it. I've choosen the wrong guys in my life that wouldnt chase after me. They would let me run. So, this steemed from those expierences.
