he ran his hands down my sides,
his lips were pressed into my neck,
i told him no,
but it didn't take much for him to convince me,
even though i was never really ready.
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Poesíaa collection of poems, written about myself or inspired by a friend.
part 3
he ran his hands down my sides,
his lips were pressed into my neck,
i told him no,
but it didn't take much for him to convince me,
even though i was never really ready.
