I won’t kiss him on the lips.
To intimate for me.
Too afraid he’ll see the real me.
Touch me so I can feel alive even for a temporary high.
Kiss my neck and tell me how beautiful you think I am.
All of this means nothing but I’d do almost anything to feel anything at all.
Sep 21, 2019
Sep 21, 2019 at 11:40 PM UTC
I won’t kiss him on the lips.
To intimate for me.
Too afraid he’ll see the real me.
Touch me so I can feel alive even for a temporary high.
Kiss my neck and tell me how beautiful you think I am.
All of this means nothing but I’d do almost anything to feel anything at all.
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