I don't want to fall in love, at least not yet.
Before I fall in love, I want to be touched in a way I haven't been touched before.
I want to experience things, without having strings attached to it.
I know exactly who I want to do these things with,
but I'm plagued with guilt for thinking like this.
What am I doing?
Why is he visiting my head so often?
Why are my thoughts so vulgar?
All I can think about is having his hands on my bosoms,
as his hips presses against mine,
my lips against his,
his sighs entering my mouth,
his sweat falling against my skin,
his tongue rolling down my neck,
pressing butterfly kisses down my body,
as he gets ready to fucks me.
All I can think about is this.
And I'm disgusting.
I'm disgusting.
And I don't want to fall in love with him,
I just want to fuck him.