I'm a hormonal teenager.
I don't get high often,
But when I do I think about getting choked.
Anyways.
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Your hands around my neck is favourable.
Your slight warmth is what I seek.
Your hands on my thighs make me weak.
As you drag your hand up and squeeze,
I feel as if I can barely breath.
I can hear your sweet mumbling;
"How do you feel about this?"
Asking for reassurance that you're okay to go further.
I wanted you to go further.
You holding me was enjoyable.
I was so tempted to kiss your cheek.
Maybe your neck.
But I refused to stoop to 'their' level.
I wish I would've held you more.
I kinda just want you to pull my hair, bite me, and choke me.
I don't fucking know why.
Why why why.
YOU ARE READING
Book of thoughts
PoetryThis is me venting because I have a lot of feelings and I can't handle them. Some of this is in poem form. Some is NSFW
