your hand slowly caresses my shoulder
i freeze where i'm at
standing in the snow
waiting for the car
it's so cold.
your hand has a power
liquid warmth falls
all over me.
no longer waiting for that car
i'm waiting for your hand to touch me again
"she's coming soon. we'll be going home soon."
home as in separate entities
i want you home with me.
"we should do something, anything, let's just hang out"
"i have a lot of stuff to do when i get home"
your eyes shined brightly at my suggestion
i saw it
you want to fuck, too.
"you have no choice"
i make my voice firm
subtly letting you know i'm horny
we make it home in one piece
my vagina hasn't fallen apart yet
though it throbs and aches
i'm sure it can wait a few minutes longer
we slowly walk to the front door
taking our time
making our presence together seem casual
who are we to impress
who are we to be wary of
i practically shove you through the door
you whisper that your parents are home
i chuckle and run up the stairs and burst through your door
to your small room
with clouds on the ceiling, made for a girl
but you are a boy
a big boy, with a big toy
again, my vagina throbs
"lets skip foreplay, i don't need it"
i run my hands up his shirt, removing it in one instant
"can't we take it slow this time"
you always want to take it slow
like we're in love or something
you're just that guy i run to for sex
you don't understand
and that scares me
"no"
after all the undressing and obscenities
you're inside me
rhythmical
my skin shoots electric currents ten-thousand times more
than i'd usually experience when you touch me
my senses are aware of everything
your scent
your hot, sweaty skin smooth against mine
my hips suddenly stop
"what's wrong"
you whisper again, concern dripping in your voice
"i'm..."
i can't say it
but i have to
it's an epiphany
i have to share it
"i'm in love with you"
"finally, you admit it. i know you are"
he quietly whispers he loves me, too
we stop fucking
and take it slow
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