I kept drinking last night.
I laid on my back and drank as much as I could.
My stomach grew tighter
and mouth filled ran over with his sweat, tentalizing words.
I felt ashamed of my shyness.
Unable to express my feelings, I coward in my bed.
He was funny, persuasive, charming...
I, a bit aprehensive, yet gaurded.
I want to know him.
I want make him laugh.
I want to hold him....
Happy Easter - I wrote this 10 years ago, and didn't post it. I see why. I am not traumatized by religion. I have never had an experience within the church that turned me...
3 months ago