my skin still pulls away. my nerves start to give me this sensation of being tickled whenever i feel a hand on my stomach, or anywhere around there. my first reaction is to still pull away. almost to run away. she never seems to know what to do. it's like trying to stifle a voice inside. her body says no, but her mind says yes. i always wanted to write a sex filled poem. a poem about sex. just saying sex makes it sound sexy. and sexy just sounds so.. luscious. it seems that i may be running afterall next year. ultra distance may have to wait. damn- i wanted to do that marathon too. and- here is my prom dress: clicky!
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