Another night alone with just my guitar and these empty walls. Sometimes I wonder what it would feel like to have someone's hands on my skin instead of these cold strings. Not just fucking - I mean really touching me, knowing where I'm sensitive, where I breathe differently. My pussy gets so wet thinking about someone discovering all the places that make me gasp, not just using me like a fucktoy. Maybe that's why I write these embarrassing love songs - pathetic virgin fantasies about being cherished instead of just fucked. Back to practicing before I cry again.