I've had recent dreams about him, remembering him from when I last saw him. Middle school. We got into a fight & I told him that I hated him and would hate him forever.

I've been thinking of him and I can't stop it. I've tried and I don't know why I got excited when he added me as a friend. I wanted to be a friend to him and we started talking and he looked nice. Good. I wanted to fuck his brains out. Is it wrong that I still want to? Even though he has a girlfriend, and seem really happy, I'm looking at his damn facebook page and going, "Yeah, I fucked this up."


I find myself wondering how big he is and wishing that I had his head buried in between my legs. Thinking of how I would have loved to have been experimenting with him and using my bondage tape. But a las, he now has a girlfriend. Damn him and Damn Drop Dead Fred.

My mouth

My mouth is dirty. I know where it's been. My mouth is trouble because it likes to discover new bodies. My tongue takes over my brain and I'm left with hunting. My teeth love to bite, love to nibble on objects, body parts, leaving marks. Trails of destruction on stomachs, necks, nipples, anything it can get it's hands on.

My mouth loves to kiss, to suck at things.