Eighth grade , fifth period geography . I did a lot of things my momma wouldn't be too keen on . I met up with you , every other day , at 1:08 . The east side water fountain . You pushed me against the wall and I breathed in your scent while your hands roamed freely like air I kept gasping for when you pecked at my neck . 1:09 , we had 4 minutes left , we rushed to the back of the building to continue the journey we started . 1:10 arms with nail impressions deeply embedded flex as i sit against the fountain , sharing the same air as you . 1:12 . Our time was leaving now , so you wrapped your hands around my ass and I leaned into you , searching for the answer to my daddy issues . I asked myself if I could call you daddy , but before I could get an answer 1:13 arrived and we parted ways with you smiling at me , but I couldn't see it because my eyes were low & sinking , just like the feeling you left in my stomach .
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Poetrya group of things that I think about , or come up with .
