Francis Learns the Alphabet
A brazen, craven dream enticed Francis: "Goodness! 'Has innocent Juliet known lust,' my nymph? Oh, princess..." quoted Romeo suggestively, teasingly, undertaking very wicked x-ratings. "Your zingers are brilliant, cutey."
Driving, encouraging fingers gyrated her, involving juicy kisses. Lingering, miniscule nibbles over persistently quivering ribs, slowly tantalized undulating, virginal wonders. Xiphoid yearning zenithed and brought carnal, delicious ecstasy. Francis gained her internal jubilant kinaesthesia, learning muscle-tension no other passion's questing, rubbing, sinful torment understood. Visions, wherein xenomanic, young zains awakened breathtaking curiosity, delivering enigmatic feelings, guided her. Insistently, joltingly kinetic lips meandered nearby orgasmic, pulsing, quickening, riveting, sensitive, tingling, unmentionable venues with xylocarpous, ywis zealous, albeit blissful consequences. Delight engulfed fully, grinding his intense, jumping, keen luck. Man never orchestrated pleasure quite right since then.
Sorry
I'm sorry for everything
For my stupid habits I'm not strong enough to control
For the way I flinch at loud noises
For not being strong enough to be great in gym
For my scars and marks I can't erase
For the piles of wasted food flushed down the toilet
For not being able to ignore my thoughts
For my stupid want to always be around you
For the relapse I never told you about
For not wanting to live
I
am
so
sorry
For not dying
It’s Coming
I feel it
Deep in my chest
I feel my muscles twist
Feel panic creep into my senses
I'm terrified
Of nothing
Of everything
Anxiety twists my heart
And gnaws at my soul
It makes me feel
Worthless
Makes me feel
Abandoned
Makes me worry
Over nothing
Is it nothing?
Am I terrified
For no reason?
I can't kill this monster in my chest
With logic
With Reason
Or knowledge
It doesn't matter
It's coming.
I can feel it rising up
Ready to twist my heart
Once again
