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.
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