Why is he so strange? Why is he always so horny? Why do I need something more than what he has to give? I know that he tries. I know that he gives me everything he has, and loves me truly.
When he pushes himself deep inside of me, I feel almost nothing. Yes, I may cum, but does that mean that I am truly enjoying our act of so-called 'love.' Or, does it mean that my body is enjoying a warm hand caressing it for once in its semi-short existence, but has yearned to be held for what seems like such a great while?
Am I crazy? Or do I know what I do not want? Does he love me? Or my body? Or does his body love my body?
When we are thrusting our sexes into and against each other it feels so wonderful, yet so empty and fake.
It hurts when he gets out of me. It burns. He holds onto me after.
