Mar 2014
"I like boys."
But I like your soft and feminine hands as they lightly tickle my spine and I love your smooth shirtless body laying on top of mine.
"I like boys."
But the taste of your glossed and pouty lips
and the feel of your thighs brushing the sides of my hips
will forever be my weaknesses.
"I like boys."
But I can't help but cry at the sound of your delicate voice when you sing sleepy and slurred lullabies
or your heart pounding along with your heavy breaths and sighs
and I can't keep my hands from grasping your every curve and limb.
"I like boys."*
But all I know is that I never felt any of this with him.
But I like your soft and feminine hands as they lightly tickle my spine and I love your smooth shirtless body laying on top of mine.
"I like boys."
But the taste of your glossed and pouty lips
and the feel of your thighs brushing the sides of my hips
will forever be my weaknesses.
"I like boys."
But I can't help but cry at the sound of your delicate voice when you sing sleepy and slurred lullabies
or your heart pounding along with your heavy breaths and sighs
and I can't keep my hands from grasping your every curve and limb.
"I like boys."*
But all I know is that I never felt any of this with him.
