Chronicles of my heart
Back seat of that bus.
Adolescent guts —
You bit me hard
Down my spine,
I felt that rush.
“Pull me closer,”
“If you must.”
Trickle and shiver,
That virgin gush of lust.
Writings of a Phobophobe.
Chronicles of my heart
Back seat of that bus.
Adolescent guts —
You bit me hard
Down my spine,
I felt that rush.
“Pull me closer,”
“If you must.”
Trickle and shiver,
That virgin gush of lust.
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