We swam in the sea of each other, our eyes never once leaving the other. What was it I did?
That made her turn her back and look the other way.
God, I lay here now in a mess of tears and poison. Who will know? The depth of torment I can bear before it wears on my face the way it does my heart.
How could she say she loved me, only to betray me the day after?
Youth has escaped me it seems, as I fold in the agony of illness and defeat.
Did her eyes not plea for me? When she mounted me and pressed her sex with all its wetness and cure. I could feel it over my jeans, and weakly asked her to stop. But still my eyes rolled back all the same, and my grip only tightened around her waist.
She ignored my inaudible whispers of plea and protest, she did not stop but guided my hands to her breasts. I breathed into her as she slipped her tongue deeper into my mouth.
Dripping, slowly.. onto her hands, sticky and fevered with wanting... how could I have know what would transpire when the night would be consumed by light? All I knew was this darkness that compelled and overwhelmed.
I gave into her. My eyes never left her, as I slipped inside.
Clinging to me as I filled her canal with pulsing heat. The wetness consumed me, the light in her eyes.