Teach. Sing. Write. Fly. Dive. Rave.

I'm not the girl your mom warned you about, her imagination was never this good.

Work for pasta and ice cream and also makes pasta and ice cream work for me.

I seek from a distance and see you.
A shot of excitement shoots directly electrifying my nerves.
I feel myself turning soft and vulnerable and you grab hold of my tushy in my cupcake dress.
I await the ravishing, a thought i crave but yet never felt like was satisfied.

I awaited.
It never came.
The stick came up.
But it was shot down by my disappointment and.. i dont know.. perhaps your lack of ..

Desire? Confidence? Privacy?

And I comfort myself. Its not you, its him. Its just another of those days. This lack of satisfaction is in your head. Nothing will be like it could should be.