04.20.05

feh

So who can I tell when my body begins to yearn and cry for some strong hand around my waist, lifting me skyward? I don't have anyone to tell, they all have their yearnings satisfied.
More than satisfied.
My eyes become drowsy and I think of it, phantom touches. I begin to lose my concentration to this idea when, at the slightest confrontation I blush.
Writing these things is like screaming into a pillow, barely even temporary.

shi-ou-sama at 11:18 a.m.

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