June 23, 2011

never your mind over my body

dear the monster diary,

it is true that the monster is gone, but then why is that feeling still there? when i was a child though, i was scared to go down in our big basement. i was. it was the whole size of our house. scary. in reality i knew there was nothing down there to be scared of, but you couldn't tell me that, nobody could. i could prolly work myself up to get that feeling again, if i were to turn off all the lights at dad's house and stood at the top of the basement stairs long enough and thought about it. eventually i would invent a sound i'd heard, or a sudden breeze on my neck, and all my hairs would stand up- and there you go... that feeling- reincarnated. if i let you touch me on my arm and goosebumps appear, does that mean i'm falling in love? because i could run right over to my dad's and fly down into the basement and sleep on the floor all night on a cot in the dark too. i could, right now. tonight. i mean just because my pussy got wet doesn't mean i wanna spend the rest of my life fucking you. does it? ya think?