somniummaker

I want to know I want to turn around and find out if he's looking at me I can feel his eyes they burn the back of my neck I'm itching to turn around and look in his deep brown eyes that is, IF he's looking at me I need to know I start to turn around then I chicken out and I'm right back where I started plus I can't feel my legs no I have to know I finally turn and our eyes meet finally the world stops for a moment and everything seems right then I feel a burning in my cheeks and realize my heart has stopped beating and I've stopped breathing we both turn back around and I know I can feel it in my stomach that little t

Please read the author's comments after reading this. This was meant to be an equal rights piece, not just women's. Dear Boys, I might not be hot. I might not be skinny. Hell, I might not even be the girl your father wants you to bring home. But that's not my problem. It's not my desire to be your slut, your whore. I know I'm not the girl the team talks about in the locker room. And don't you for a second think I wish I was. I wear what I want, do what I want, go and say what I want because I'm me. I'm me for myself, I'm me for God and I'm me for life. Nothing you say or do will ever change that. And if you're reading this and you