slut-problems:

I still remember you like it was yesterday, walking home from school together, trying to hold hands and hoping no one would notice. Running through the park to your house because your mom worked late, throwing our book bags to the ground and falling into each other’s arms on your couch. I still remember the taste of your mouth as you kissed me. The way we took our time, undressing each other one piece of clothing at a time. Your warm, smooth body on mine is still something I thin