August 2010
July 2010
Fuck Yeah Love!: Swing →
We are both on seperate swings, you look at me with a arrogant smirk. You say “I dare you to sit on my swing”. It was like a game, so i walk over and stradle you, in bright daylight in a park where anyone could walk past. Our bodies are pressed up against one another. You look at me with an…
