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The next instalment of, the Letter Series is: 10 things I would tell my 16 year old self. In the meantime, here is a poem I wrote at around that age. I used the word, thrust…

Shh! It’s only in my head

You’re here, with me

I feel you

The beat of your heart is all I care about

You slowly reach for me, your touch

I really think I want it too much

But it doesn’t make a difference

Because it’s only in my head

I’m in your arms, the only place

I would ever want to be

Your hand placed on my breast

Our bodies intertwined

Slowly you thrust yourself in me

More and more please don’t stop

I want you more

I cry out in joy and pain

But everything

Is still the same

Remember it’s only in my head.

F.

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