Ugh it's so weird around him
He is so sexual
He is rubbing my leg
My arm
Whispering in my ear
His hand just went under my shirt
I just laugh nervously
I ask him to stop
He's thinking I'm joking
I'm not
Earlier I was sitting up leaning back against the wall
He came close to me
Rubbing on my leg
Groaning
He's so close to my face
To close
TO CLOSE
I try pushing him away but he doesn't budge
Now we are on my bed laying down
He is basically on top of me
He moved my arm so it's on him
He's not the one I want
I don't want him
Thankfully
He's gay
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Poetry and Thoughts
Poesiethings I think and write, no reason to be. some have meaning, most don't.
