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I didn't know that I was starving
'Til I tasted you
Starving
"Tell me something you've never told anyone before.", I asked my older sister who was lying next to me. We both couldn't sleep so we decided to talk the time off until we drift away.
"Wel... I already had my first kiss.", she replied. I wasn't surprised tho. I kinda' know she's that kind of girl who can't survive without a love life (No offense, sis.)
"Hm... Me? Well, I haven't."
Honestly, I always imagine how my first kiss will be. In a beach in a crispy summer night? On an empty parking lot in the middle of the rain? Or underneath the mistletoe in the cold December?
I really don't know. Maybe that's not what I should think of. The question should be WHO my first kiss will be? Come to think about it, nobody likes me!
"Have you ever went out late with a boy?", I asked.
"Uh... No...", she lied. (I know you did.)
"Me neither."
Maybe this would sound awkward but I haven't done anything with boys in late hours. Not even a date. What can I say? Single rocks!
All I do is imagine stuffs like... *Gulps* Neck biting, skin sucking, jaw licking, tongue fighting kind of scenes with a man without a face... No... It's not Slenderman, peeps.
Sex? Well... For a virgin, I think about it almost every time (Not a pervert tho). I'm a teenager, for goodness sake! It's popping out of my hormones (Dunno' if that's possible). Besides, it's natural for humans to think and imagine *Cringes* *Mentally Blocked* Uh... *Corrupted Braim* Halp... *Drops Brain Dead To Le Floor*
Too much... TOO MUCH!
CO-AUTHOR: *Facepalms* Bruh
