Desire
When I see him I just want to be real with him and finally act on some of these images that I
been thinking. He makes me want to do things that i've never done. I want him so bad that my
body aches. Such desires. Such wanting. Such hate. Hating that I can't act on my feelings. I
have only a certain amount of control and i'm about to break loose. What am I to do desire is
controling my every move. desire.
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