amie*amour

since im at it.

sex is an enjoyable distraction.

like locking myself in the bathroom

and enjoying the water falling on me

washing my cares away.

it's a playground where conversation is not at all needed

where there's just happy and sad where it's quite very

simple

love comes after that i feel

cos it takes time

but sex doesnt

it's instinctive.

i a m 

pre t ty

a ng r y

am i deflowering and trampling myself

i don't think

so

fuck suck squeeze lick

visceral love in 

physical form

this always happens

i guess i will never get used to it.

do i change 

now

?

what do i 

know,

i'm just me.

aMiE*

me.