In My Head by Jason Derulo ||
I'll be your teacher, I'll show you the rules.
You'll see a side of love you'd never know.
I can see it going down, going down
In my head, I see you all over me
In my head, you fulfill my fantasy .
"Friend, he's cute" pointing at a fresh face.
Curious, I checked out the charming stranger. "Not bad", I said.
As if he could read my mind whenever I looked at him, he started flirting with me. I kinda flirted back.
The flirtations lasted for weeks, even months, and I was starting to get bored. The psychological foreplay was getting old. Foreplay is good. Foreplay is essential. But TOO MUCH foreplay is anti-climactic.
"Where are you?" he texted.
"I'm out with friends" I replied.
One text lead to another and so we decided to meet up. He was actually pretty funny. But after an hour of mindless conversation, the air reeked of romance.
Then the magical first kiss. It was slow and gentle and it reminded me of how I kissed when I was 16: a lingering touch of lips, a moderation of tongues, and an awkward hesitation that builds up the tension more.
But first kisses should always end with just a kiss. A lesson in the art of seduction: create pleasure and discontent simultaneously.
After that night, he bombarded me with text messages, a characteristic very typical of someone his age. And yes he is young, but he is no longer innocent. He is sweet but he's overflowing with carnal desire. He is experienced but not experienced enough. At least for me.
And his lack of experience manifested soon after our little misadventure.
Lesson learned: The danger in heightened expectations and prolonged anticipation is extreme dissapointment.
Damn. I need to teach this kid a lesson or two.
Oh well. Another night. Another adventure.
Curious, I checked out the charming stranger. "Not bad", I said.
As if he could read my mind whenever I looked at him, he started flirting with me. I kinda flirted back.
The flirtations lasted for weeks, even months, and I was starting to get bored. The psychological foreplay was getting old. Foreplay is good. Foreplay is essential. But TOO MUCH foreplay is anti-climactic.
"Where are you?" he texted.
"I'm out with friends" I replied.
One text lead to another and so we decided to meet up. He was actually pretty funny. But after an hour of mindless conversation, the air reeked of romance.
Then the magical first kiss. It was slow and gentle and it reminded me of how I kissed when I was 16: a lingering touch of lips, a moderation of tongues, and an awkward hesitation that builds up the tension more.
But first kisses should always end with just a kiss. A lesson in the art of seduction: create pleasure and discontent simultaneously.
After that night, he bombarded me with text messages, a characteristic very typical of someone his age. And yes he is young, but he is no longer innocent. He is sweet but he's overflowing with carnal desire. He is experienced but not experienced enough. At least for me.
And his lack of experience manifested soon after our little misadventure.
Lesson learned: The danger in heightened expectations and prolonged anticipation is extreme dissapointment.
Damn. I need to teach this kid a lesson or two.
Oh well. Another night. Another adventure.
1 comment: somebody loves me.
Go, Teacher Apol! Is this who I think this is? Si pop-collar lang naiisip ko eh.
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