our little secret.

once, twice, thrice.

i think dirty thoughts that no girl my age should.

again, again, and again.

my pretty face, my delicate brain

soiled and spoiled with the thoughts of an evil incarnate.

thirty five, thirty six, thirty seven

i think it so much, that it doesn't seem so unusual.

not a stranger, but a friend

a friend i've never met.

one hundred, one thousand, one million.

lost count a long time ago.

perhaps i was waiting for that magic number.

perhaps it was a countdown.

once, twice, thrice.

i did it once and i'll do it again.

show, not tell.

thoughts into action.

thoughts into marks.

our little secret.