No. Not on film. Real. My First Love is TRISHA SIZEMORE. Looked like her. Now probably so much more.
I still love her without touch or cuddles.
I was 13. She was in 6th grade. Meow. Nothing big or bad. Nothing boring either.
She had a bod, my god.
I was silly and cute! She laughed.
Summer started. End scene forever.
I need it.
I need that “her”.
I see the softness in a woman named “Mary”.
I gave her a gift.
It was homemade.
You could say we work near eachother.
I see her at her work.
She is busy.
She is married or no? That matters. I’m no silo-wrecker.
Ooooo. Her walking gate, motherly warmth to children. Aaah ahh ahhh- oops.
I want to slowwwwwwly shiatsu her body over her clothing in the-
I want. I want. I want. Oh!!!
I’m… finished early. Dammit.