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I thought about sex yesterday

At first i felt guilty

Then i felt fine

And then i prayed

And changed my mind

I thought about his hand

And me shivering at his touch

But when does this thinking become

A thought too much?

I smiled at his smile

And the sound of his voice

Low and soft, and gentle in a way

Then i felt bad

Because what would my parents say?

I got in his car

Dark trap music blasting

Kept glancing over at him

My soul was asking

No, begging I suppose

He almost obliged

But i decided a kiss would do