lunch table poetry
lunch table discussion with two other girls about your dick size
I try not to blush as I realize how intimate our little encounter wasn't
I still want you though
for some sick, twisted reason
I still want you
I hope you come this weekend
god I hope you come
man am I fucked
YOU ARE READING
The Unknown
PoetryThe stories, poems and thoughts of a sixteen year old girl. I'll admit I put a lot of myself into this. I don't expect you to like it, this is defiantly a personal thing. so yeah, have fun.
