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On teenage love (aka; desire. lust. a crush)

I want to fuck you.

I want to fuck you.

I want to fuck you.

This is hard to say, imagine this audience is bigger, imagine I’m talking to more than the 2/30/100 people here.

I want to fuck you.

I want to kiss the soft skin on your neck

I want to take the cartilage in your ear between my teeth…

… and nibble

  …. And bite

 I want to fuck you.

I want to fuck you,

You

Yes….. you

I mean you,

I want to fuck you.

I don’t care about

 Your wife

 Your husband

 Your partner

 Your children

 I want to fuck you and I don’t care what your friends might say

What my friends might say

I just want to fuck you. I need to fuck you.

You…

…. now, here on this stage, with everyone watching,

 I want everyone to know how much you turn me on. How good we feel, how real this is.

 Maybe you don’t even realise it….. I like to think you’re just being coy.

I like to think you know.

I like to think you know I think we are playing a game. This game.

I want to play this game with you.

I want to believe you need to fuck me, be dirty with me, that sort of breathe fast,  heavy, slow. To need to hear me whimper, moan…..

…..(….scream)….

I need to believe you’ve imagined what my skin tastes like, that you’ve

thought about how I feel in your hands, how I might sound when your lips inch closer to that soft spot..

…right here…

…right there on the back of my neck…..

…I need to believe you know.

I want to fuck you….

 Yet if we ever did, this moment…

…this moment

…this..

moment….

Would be gone.

 

Discussion

3 thoughts on “On teenage love (aka; desire. lust. a crush)

  1. so the reason, maybe, I’m watching ‘my so called life’ is to do with this. I’m modelling my lust now, on lust then, which is somehow linked, related. repetitiously, cyclically. like. y’know. kinda.

    Posted by gemmaalldred | November 3, 2011, 11:12 pm
  2. and the reason i wore the same clothes on Halloween, I wore when I was 17. I pretended to be me. then.

    This is slotting into place….. make a show….. make a show….

    Posted by gemmaalldred | November 3, 2011, 11:13 pm
  3. fuck like the way I read magazines that were too old for me, like the way I like the lemonheads, like the way I watched my so called life in the summer holidays, inbetween, mr freeze and pavement badminton.

    I am re-imagining what i never had

    Although I always had longing.

    I mean desire is universal.

    Posted by gemmaalldred | November 3, 2011, 11:44 pm

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