'I want to be your first so bad'
She whispers in my ear
Near the warm TV glow
But the flow: so slow from her lips.
In complete belief, I believe
Her breaths,
Despite her face: dimmed by dim lights.
The Gamecube murmurs and my heart takes flight.
Then reaching,
To touch her face,
She redirects me to the base
Of her hips; changing clips
From love to lust.
Perhaps she must...
But not for me.
Not me.
To fall for a friend,
In the end, is all.
Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 4:14 AM UTC
'I want to be your first so bad'
She whispers in my ear
Near the warm TV glow
But the flow: so slow from her lips.
In complete belief, I believe
Her breaths,
Despite her face: dimmed by dim lights.
The Gamecube murmurs and my heart takes flight.
Then reaching,
To touch her face,
She redirects me to the base
Of her hips; changing clips
From love to lust.
Perhaps she must...
But not for me.
Not me.
To fall for a friend,
In the end, is all.
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