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Wait The truth is…Wait by ~ProdigyPompeii
I finished studying
a little while ago.
I could've been in my warm bed now,
but the fact that
you changed your mind so quickly
about something about which you argued with me
for five hours straight
was eating me up from the inside out -
ripping me open and tearing me apart.
Or maybe I'm the one
doing the ripping and tearing,
picking your words apart
trying to analyze what you've said.
You didn't change your mind to agree with me
because I was right…
maybe you just said you agreed with me
so you could use it as an excuse
not to see me anymore...
an excuse
not to be disappointed,
just because I
You were being honest I hope this isn't really lustYou were being honest by ~ProdigyPompeii
that I'm feeling
because lust is a sin
and I know for a fact
that I love you.
I mean,
we promised each other
we'd wait;
but tell me,
what did you mean?
What was your intention
when your fingertips
pressed against my jawline,
making me turn to face you
from my seat on your lap -
when your lips only softly brushed against mine,
seperated us and then promptly
pressed your head into the nape of my neck
and told me,
"I can't get enough of you, Kylie."
Kiss I don't think you knowKiss by ~ProdigyPompeii
exactly how you made me feel.
A kiss -
it would seem so simple;
but you:
you've put so much more
into it.
I don't think you know
how it makes me feel.
We used to kiss madly,
pressing our lips in to each other
until we could feel
the imprints of eachother's teeth.
You used to make me a little bored;
I used to try and open my mouth wider.
I used to get bumps around my lips
from our faces rubbing together
because you wouldn't shave;
You used to make me feel
like I was nothing more than a body.
You used to make me feel
the same way
that all the others made me feel.
but now,
now we've calmed down
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The Lisp Marietta suspected strongly by the end of the week, but had little opportunity to pinpoint any proof. She spent every spare moment with Henry in the subtle pursuit of slipping him up, jarring the conversation into unexpected turns. ‘Yes’ became a rather indifferent ‘okay’ or ‘alright,’ no matter how many different ways she managed to ask for affirmation. He veered around plurals and possessives as if they were road kill.The Lisp by ~jellydish
“How many balloons are there?” she asked.
“Eight,” said Henry.
“Not seven? It looks to me like there are seven.”
Henry stiffened but didn’t
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