He is sex
That scares the shit out of me
How he looks at me
Sex
Cocky little shit I can’t resist
Who can?
He can cast the spells of no other
Sex
They all are
But I play it cool
Till his hand is on my back
I pretend my eyes are closed
As I get slightly wet
Sliding my leg between his
Sex
The anger boils insideAnd the only cure is what I think as I look at him
Sex
Bad evil angry hard
Sex
But something pulls me back
Something makes me different
I can resist
I can play along like any good little girl
But I don’t need his eyes
His sex dripping body with no shirt on
I see past it
I see how he is scared
I watch from afar
I watch him nock onto another poor soul
Watching her eyes pulling at him
Watching her breast swell at these bad thoughts
The ones he puts in her head
Tricky sly subliminal messages
Sex
Something I turn away from
Something I won’t admit
As I slide my hand down my bare body
Dirty thoughts of him
Dirty thoughts of winning
Sex

09/15/2002

Posted on 09/15/2002
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