i don't know what i'm doing.
love fool.

finding you, losing myself 5 MI dont like the way that they walk, he mumbled, crossing his arms across his nearly-sunken chest. Its all legs, all arched back; like a zombie.finding you, losing myself 5 M
Its delicious. I smack my gum against my tongue and cheek, pushing away from the wall with my shoulders.
Youre disgusting. Another mumble: Im repulsive. I dont care. They dont even like you, anyway.
I shrug. They dont like anything thats not like them.
He looks at a boy as he passes. The black hair, down to his shoulders in so


finding you, losing myself 4 MHe pressed his mouth against the junction of my jaw and neck, exhaling hot air against my nervous flesh. I shivered, anger and arousal coursing through my veins. "St-ahhh..." He licked and sucked at my pulse, tongue stabbing like a separate heart beat. My legs were awkwardly standing, bent at the knee, spread; my upper body pressed against the piano, his hand the only thing between my chest and the polished wood.finding you, losing myself 4 M
Fuckfuckfuck.
His other hand, a master of discreet touch, carefully rid me of my singular towel, leaving me vulnerable, naked-- scared. This situation was all too familiar yet foreign at the same time, leavi
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i like zombies, ya dig?
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