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Feb 2015
I shouldn't be here,
I shouldn't be here,
I shouldn't-

I can't think straight and you're talking a mile a minute,
All I can focus on is the untouched books hanging on your wall.

I can't handle this,
I can't handle this,
I can't-

You got closer and I was still shaking, my body silently screaming to feel your skin graze against mine.

What am I doing,
What am I doing,
What-

Your pupils dilated and your hands became unsteady as they studied the softness of my lips to the warmth in between my thighs.

Oh god
Oh god
Oh-

After all was said and done, you told me it was getting late.
Oh, how I must of forgot that this was all for fun.

It didn't matter to you,
It didn't matter to you,
It didn't-
Kelsey Nicole
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Kelsey Nicole  Tx.
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