Intro.. Draw... Poems.. Today is 19.2.2011 and the truth is that I had a lot of great sex and now I am thinking how I would write everything here: what I can never write anywhere. It's really hard, but since I'm an exhibitionist bastard - and if I wasn't ashamed of my shapeless body, I would go to do hardcore porn - I'll fog it up as soon as my ego allows - I won't write names, I'll get involved in always like the biggest dude and such. I was shortly before seventeen and I already knew that it was coming tonight: because yesterday: I was already very, very close to it: that finally - when it gets dark - something will be whispered to me and today I also got it confirmed out loud on the phone, I called from the booth and I was scared terribly (I'm still scared) And that's why it probably didn't turn out very well, those evenings before that were much better: when my mouth ached from kissing and in the next room the guys were watching a video - even then she was watering profusely - now properly bushy - a plant of my exhibitionism - they knew well what I was hugging next to me, what my hands were full of - I was the boss of all the bosses with swollen lips and with a sore smile - oh V. I guess we should have left the fabric between our loins - it was really great: how did you return the pressure on your pubis - when I always realized you were really doing it - it was like in the heaven at noon. We shouldn't have ruined it with that useless skin pedantry - I guess we could last a few more sweet weeks together, and who knows, maybe longer. I was well past sixteen and I wanted to: so that everything would go one hundred percent: not today: I told Pal - when he asked: if he should bring pancakes in the evening. I shook up the duvets, set the tapes in our places - an imaginary rest time: when you blindly push a blue maxell - somewhere in the far door in a distant cassette player and click .. Back... Along.. More...