In 8th grade we were required to take a sexual education class, taught by our homeroom teacher an old rusty man informing us about things like the nam..
Sometimes When I think of youit is something like crouching in a post-apocalyptic burning roommy fear has overcome my hunger the idea of anything ente..
Love is Finding the hay in the needle stack It is longing for a hand to hold and then longing for an empty house One without scaffolding Love Is not p..
If I could I would spin your heart around just enough times to keep your mind from wanderingI would make you love me, harder than anyone's ever loved ..