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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