this sense of sexual desire came to mind,
this date turned into a show in his car
i felt over stimulated,
i never experienced this before,
this feeling,
which i think i did with the wrong person
he held my breasts and made love to them,
and
all i remember is moaning,
not because he was pleasing me
cause i wanted to please him
he told me,
"i like the way you moan"
seeing him just bust was something i enjoyed watching as he moaned when i was touching him
his car wasn't the best place,
but nothing in this experience felt wrong
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secrets i've kept hidden (a poetry story)
Poetryi have secrets, we have secrets, you and i, we were made of glass friends aren't really your friend, family isn't always blood the demon fucking with my head here's my story
