His body pressed against hers,
Close. Closer. Just get closer.
Nothing would stop his need,
his need for her,
For him,
For them.
Anyone.
Anyone would could fill this hole in his heart,
Even temporarily.
Anyone that could make his wound stop bleeding,
the wound ripped open by someone he had trusted.
He wanted to feel whole again,
he wanted someone to love him.
But now he had a reputation for what he has done,
he could hear the whispers of others.
"His body count is in the triple-digets."
"He doesn't love anyone."
"Avoid him. He'll just hurt you."
They weren't true,
He craved love, contact, a connection.
But no one wanted that.
Now, all anyone ever wanted was his body,
not his head.
But it fixed that wound for a few hours or so,
so anyone who wanted it could have his love-bitten body,
all they need do was ask.