Forced pains of unfamiliar lusting after lost lover number two because the first was unrealistic, but the second too. I’ve lost what everyone’s lost but mine is one that sits in the pit of peaches in the stomach of a celiac watching the casual flames of eating. Cover my eyes; force my head down because that’s the way your body teaches you. I am forced, because chemistry is rare and you are
not,
Another.
limp dick just dead weight. a woman is to tease and mind fucks are decent maybe fantasy better. Touch touch, a call is coming more for someone like you, prepubescent abdomens in a hand of 5 fingers one pinky,
with the nail cut off.