Oh, she posted another within an hour of her last one! How devoted.

November 7
Teenage Desires:

I want nothing more
than to feel your heart
beat
in time with mine.

In addition,
let's have sex-
no, make love-
like it's the day before you go to college.
Everyday.

Then, the day you
go off,
we'll do it like
it's the day of the apocalypse.

I'd make you a sandwich,
I swear I would,
anything,
glady, even, to hold you
closely and know you're not afraid.

Not of me, of course,
but of love,
of attatchment,
of being exposed, vulnerable.

I'm scared, too, and I know we
cut ourselves off
from what we could be,
from fear of losing
what we are.

But living in fear
is hardly a life-
more of a passive existence.
Let's be aggressive!

Our time is short and
we keep resorting to old,
sexually frustrated ways.
I don't want to be frustrated;
I want to be yours.