Unwilling
He likes the marks dark and red against his pale skin proof of my passage through his space across his body
They remain much longer than I do
Not that I wish mind to ever exit his embrace remove myself from him
from the quickening in my chest the catches of breath the taste of his lips from the feelings that overwhelm and envelop
I watch his eyes as he watches mine through the pale fluttering of his lashes and the low light
I watch his body move, flex, curl stir, tighten, relax shift against mine
And I watch the emotions that cross his features as he regards me in the same
as I stay as I lay beside him and eventually as I go unwilling
from him
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Life is what you make of it.
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Synopsis
About a boy...
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