working by Angela Thomas suddenly, im fantasizing about you. i want to have you grabbing my hair, pulling me over your legs, and with your strong arms pressed into my breasts, bouncing up and down. i want you to tear at me like im a stubborn nail. take me off and bite me up. my fingers are sliding over little metal balls fixed on a magnet. how strange. i catch myself, bite my lip. lets go on to the next page 02/24/2004 Author's Note: very very shaky poem Posted on 02/24/2004 Copyright © 2026 Angela Thomas Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2026 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)