prettylittle 9 - 14
He just sitting casual makes me from parts into a whole
within windows & radiated anymore.
Enjoying I think the condition of being so collected.
Yours and maybe you I want,
if I should ever be to commit here in the light.
Ahead of it this anxiety-feeling I’ll just call of hostility
while in a daze for you.
Mine is to see & feel ecstatic,
to make awake to be whom I will,
immediate.
An attack, killers to kill each. Obvious. They are, prompt, & being. You never see, actually.
In response you are awake & throwing still. Probably never I can see the readiness & you suddenly feel that too much. In my life from where I’m sitting formal, suddenly into sleep.
In response you are awake & throwing still. Probably never I can see the readiness & you suddenly feel that too much. In my life from where I’m sitting formal, suddenly into sleep.
To talk to him… I only think I see speech especially. Your wisdom okay for that truth. Why aren't you oratory in nature? I remember that there is no reason to talk, to please. I want to make: that heat running me up & down.
Now forget that plans for us wait. Denoting the talk, he... I.
Love bones.
People exist for this. That contains, it will get hot enough to have.
Of course I’ve the upper teeth to blow through
it’s fun to won’t,
it’s black,
with you a consonant through at me. Get in bed
and for that, just for us to foam on our tops. Pronounced when my head reaches to.
Enter tip of tongue, temperate as the gazing fact:
I’m sitting alone, at or on or near this ridge
the sun. And the hands on him now be large.
Ameliorate! the sun, hips to go against,
I keep thinking to make something care.
Waist, neck, and everything attempting. Someone will see better.
I’m sweating myself a finger behind the ear.
At just this moment find me. Amity explosive.
Stroking a stubbled chin it would be interesting.
Grease congeals me cleft to lower myself to myself and
begin anathematic. To this and then that,
the most useless of positions
strange & heated.
Relating. Spills drips down goes away and
he shouldn’t be given me his conversation.
Something me, onto me.
Remember me with me.
Vehement, hurry, before I bed true enough.
