Bytes into bites

I notice you now. Perhaps the first time since the bell rang, I sat in the this chair, and now really see how lightly your lips curve, how much I sweat as you come near, how I believe your heart races too your once skinny arms possess renewed definition, droning voice tuned into whispers that tingle the lobes, innocent pats awaken burning suns of desire in fortunate shoulders I wish for an eternal lecture where the school bell never rings

menoh

I am a button pusher. I stir up trouble. It is what I do. I live in the borders between light and dark. I can write about beautiful things, and joy and love, but I find I am more creative when i write about the dark. I love to hold a mirror up to the...

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