I can’t tell her that, no, no, no, because I don’t think the words would be true, if I even knew what the words mean. A Love of Silence… after a night of passion, a night of discovery; what is it that I have to say now? What words.

Ride on shooting stars.

A virgin in the coffin,
pressing cold against the roses.

It started with a dream of King, maybe I was a king, or perhaps an emperor but the fact is that I’m *sigh* a virgin. Never With Miss… call her miss right now, miss someday but I was thinking the sooner the better, what’s love got to do with it?

Here I am imagining losing my virginity and I have never had a proper kiss, and I’m pretty sure why that is. Kissing You… Wow; I wonder could I ask for more, is there really anything truly more intimate than a kiss?

Is it love that is a lie or perhaps the lovers who lie, to this day I wouldn’t know but the idea of lying… next to some girl that is. Lying With Love, call it pretending but to lie with someone, a pretty girl; the lie that I love or I’m not alone.

Part 12 of a novel between Varik and Jerika, two atheists who save the world.

Every teen struggles with peer pressure. This is one girl’s strugle to stay pure in a very bully-full environment.

Is There Really a Man Nowadays Who Can Control Their Hunger for Lust? Is it you?

Sexually Superior?