the depths of my despair

Younger

I once felt love in my fingertips as I pulled down his pants one morning to put him inside me.
I once felt love the first time he told me he loved me in the living room
I once felt love when he kissed my thighs
That was when i was younger.
Younger then i should have been
When we were sitting on the floor watching a movie
when i placed all the stickers on your face.
Trying to take them off with shaking hands and a laugh that could kill
when you looked up at me and kissed me hard on the lips.
That was the end of my innocents
That was the end of the innocent girl i used to be
Then came the French kissing
Then the touch of you on my skin
In the hot summer heat.
The dugs filling your lungs
And then the inset of your fingers
That's when the cravings came
The way my pulse used to quicken when you would touch me.
That's the time i felt the love in my fingertips pulling you into me
That's before i found out about her.