I dont want sex, i want the things that lead up to it. The slow kissing then the passionate kissing, then the pulling closer, the neck kisses, the grabbing, biting, heavy breathing, grinding, the pauses while you catch your breath, feeling each other. Oh my.
Fuck you, and all that you stand for. I’ll never allow myself to ever feel this pathetic again. I’ve cried one too many times over you & tonight was the last time I ever waste another minute on you. Fuck you.