God. I want someone, I cannot tell you who it is though. So you will just have to read and not know. I want him badly, I want to be held in his arms. I want to be kissed by him, him and only him. I want to smile and laugh with him and only him.
It is not my fault I feel this way. He does it too me. Makes me feel wamr and wet, and, and, I want him, I want his thoughts, his body, his heart. I want what makes him, him. And I want him to want what makes me, me.
It is not normal for me to feel this way. I have never felt this way before. I think, maybe, I need help. Something to tell me whats going on. The happy candle glow that eminates from his smilling face, it is the feeling I get when I am around him. It is something I could not bare. I want to curl my figners around him, and cradle him as if he were my own, and I want to love him, with this passion I will never let him go.
And the only thing about this story is that he wants me, but only in a sexual way. I cannot give him what the manly beast side of him wants. He wants to make love to me, in erotic ways. I am only fourteen, and he is seventeen. He wants me only for someone on the side. I want to be his future, I want to be his wife. And I will never understand why. Why he will never know how I feel, why it hurts inside. Why he will never feel my pain, whe he will never be like me, not ever again.
It is not my fault I feel this way. He does it too me. Makes me feel wamr and wet, and, and, I want him, I want his thoughts, his body, his heart. I want what makes him, him. And I want him to want what makes me, me.
It is not normal for me to feel this way. I have never felt this way before. I think, maybe, I need help. Something to tell me whats going on. The happy candle glow that eminates from his smilling face, it is the feeling I get when I am around him. It is something I could not bare. I want to curl my figners around him, and cradle him as if he were my own, and I want to love him, with this passion I will never let him go.
And the only thing about this story is that he wants me, but only in a sexual way. I cannot give him what the manly beast side of him wants. He wants to make love to me, in erotic ways. I am only fourteen, and he is seventeen. He wants me only for someone on the side. I want to be his future, I want to be his wife. And I will never understand why. Why he will never know how I feel, why it hurts inside. Why he will never feel my pain, whe he will never be like me, not ever again.
