october 15th.
it was 8am when i stirred
my body curling up,
my legs intertwined
my eyelashes fluttering
but most importantly,
my hands on my lips craving touch
an image popped in my head,
of a boy on top of me,
hands in my hair and making me go crazy
lips attached to mine in a frenzy
but it wasn't necessarily my boyfriend's
and i don't think it was anyone i know
it most certainly was a stranger
a beautiful, brunette boy
this isn't usually how i am
but you see, i'm not exactly always pure
i lied for two years about never masturbating
i'm surprised that you believed that i didn't even know the word
anyways, that's besides the point
what's at hand is that i am not content
i just want to feel something again
cause i've rarely ever felt anything at all
sorry if i kept you in the unknown
don't worry though, i'm not in a rush
i'll be down low for awhile
no need to fall again so soon
// i think i'm imagining asa butterfield rn idk why he's just so cuTE anyways yh enjoy hopefully
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rhapsodic thoughts
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