In my dreams, I’m not a virgin.

Instead, I seduce, slithering over your skin.

A snake with a soft underbelly.  I take your mouth in mine, I run my fingers through your stubble.

I nuzzle your chest, biting.  I toy, you beg.  A new side of you is opened.

The discovery cracks open like a fresh melon.

It is not a kiss.  It is an exchange.

And I am not afraid.  

I wish I was attractive, just a bit. I wish I was interesting enough to catch the interest of this boy I really like. I’ve liked him since the moment I met him and I feel like he would never see me beyond the funny fat girl friend…and I typically never “feel” like that label. Fuck. I wish I was just asexual or something because nobody likes me.