I am still a girl with that wishful heart.
I wish for the man of my dreams to sweep me off my feet and kiss me on my lips passionately against the fence that separates us from the beach.
Or very well if that is too much to ask or if it is too fairytale like..
You know, he can just come over to my class, grab me to the staircase and deliver his passionate kiss and press me hard against the wall so that I will not resist him. In the actual fact, I don't ever think I will.
HAH.
This is what I call raging hormones and stress from work and need some explosive things to spice up my life.
Or very well if that is too much to ask or if it is too fairytale like..
You know, he can just come over to my class, grab me to the staircase and deliver his passionate kiss and press me hard against the wall so that I will not resist him. In the actual fact, I don't ever think I will.
HAH.
This is what I call raging hormones and stress from work and need some explosive things to spice up my life.