I met a boy

He caresses my cheeks and pulls me in for a kiss,

He looks into my eyes,

And bites my face a bit.

 

He touched his lips on my ears to sing,

We sat in the open to gaze at the moon, he sat there looking at me like a fool.

 

As much as I’d love to think it was me,

what he was longing for was the kiss, not me.

 

I sat there thinking what he made me feel,

I was looking for a man, I found myself a boy.

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