Re-Load

Why, oh why did I have to go and do that? That simple few clicks that made it start all over again. Back to the beginning. Square one. Restart. Dawn. Whatever, it's irelevent.

I know, deep down this is lust, not love, but what can I do? If I said "I lust you." It wouldn't sound right, but if I said "I love you." I would be lying.

I'd do anything to have you push me up against the cold hard wall and shove your tongue in my mouth.
Sounds repulsive, I know, but I can't think of a politer way to say it, if there is one.

For you to want me is only something I can imagine, I don't even have the escape of dreaming about us, for when I ask my dreams of such a pleasure, they laugh in my face, for even they know, that its too far away from real, past unreal, and into forever.

To think about you holding me for even a minute, makes me blush and tears sting my eyes.

I'm a fucked up greedy little girl.