blue boy with your lips on my neck as i dig my hands into your hair. a hand between my legs. and i can hear your lungs breathing lust onto my skin with no shame - i should have known. pastel pink afternoons with warm blankets and quiet music and soft smiles are just not enough for you. my hesitant hands frustrate you, my tentative touches are not what you want from me. you guide my hand slowly down your chest as i unwillingly let you take the lead before pulling away. and the vision fades bit by bit, dust shining in the last rays of the lifeless winter sun before falling to the ground just as the darkness does.
