When we arrived home,
She held me by the hand and asked if I’m okay.
And I replied “yeah babe I’m just dizzy a bit”
She believed me and she started kissing me and she held me by my hand to head to my room
She started kissing me and I kissed her back but still thinking in my mind, about the letter
It’s stuck in my head, I can’t forget it for a moment.
She started getting undressed and I took off my t-shirt and we continued to kiss,
I picked her up and layed her down by her back on my bed and I broke the kiss.
I looked at her, looked in her eyes,
And she was begging for pleasure
What the hell am I doing?
My mom is dying and I’m here having sex?
I got off her and sat on the edge of the bed
With my hands covering my face
“And now? What’s wrong babe?”
Nothing uhm, I’m just tired I need water
I said while standing up to go drink water
“Are you fine now?”
Yes baby come show me how much you missed me
She smiled as she got on top of me and started kissing me again, but again I broke the kiss…
This time she became furious
“What now? Are you okay? Look I understand if you don’t want to make love to me because of what we just went through, I can get dressed and leave”
No babe it’s not you, its uhm...
“What babe talk to me?”
You know what never mind me, come here…
I had made up my mind and started kissing her that was it I was trying to use sex to forget what I read earlier
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THE LOST LETTER
Poesia"The lost letter" (continuation of I am not to blame) book Written to show the issues that some teenagers fight On a daily basis, divorced parents, losing a parent Depression, and loneliness In a form of a letter.It's written to let them know That...