29// masculine
Weeks later
we lay on the bed
his back to me
all rippling muscle
broad shoulders
and athletic biceps
his jet black hair
all made me drool
For a moment I imagined
that we weren't in a whore house
that instead we were laying together
in a house on the beach
the waves rolling against the sand
as we sat in each other's presence
curled up in darkness
He shifted to look into my eyes
"Will you come live with me?"
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