I asked a good friend of mine how many girls he's had sex with, His response was six. I've got three so I said damn you're lucky, Half the experience makes me half as learned Half as hard and half as much earned. I sighed and said I guess I've got time Time to give em the time, Time to throw myself inside Time to get marks on my tally, Time to rally up my passion into one ball and play catch for half an hour then have it be tossed away until it rots and turns gray, Time to grow fruit out of a tree that has no roots and half a trunk, Time to skip the relationship have it shrunk and make the most of what we've got right. But then I gave those thoughts some time, I reminisced. My third, she was a good friend. We made do and still remain two instead of one, Directly after when I brought up another girls name I saw a look in her eyes that put a lump in my throat. Now I tote that along, Sure it felt good but the release made me far from happy, In fact I felt pretty crappy. And if I could exchange the day for a G rated play I would. My second was hardly a friend at all. During the fall one night in a college apartment, She was sober to match my half inebriated slippery mind. You will find that in these moments a flame can come from a flicker. As we moved to the bed my face didn't even get red it was blank, Wearing down to the advances and those inwardly directed glances. Slipping through sense where there rightfully should be defense I gave in to the desire. This meaningless ...
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