Something in the way he moves,
Attracts me like no other lover.
Something in the way he woos me…

Connor is fast asleep as I inhale deeply on my cigarette, surveying every inch of his being. Fucking gorgeous, me brother is. Even during a deep sleep he manages to seduce and look sensual, with his toned arms and tanned torso enveloped in our cotton sheets. He moves slightly and I'm afraid I may have woken him, but it would take a fucking bomb to go off for him to wake I remember. The normal creases in his brow and tensed mouth have disappeared: Connor has an almost angelic smile gripping the corners of his mouth as he slumbers on. He is easily the most fucking beautiful creature I've ever seen…

I don't want to leave him now,
You know I believe in how..

We have our differences, yeah, that's for sure. He's a fuckin' asshole, sometimes. And yeah, I've had the thoughts fill me mind on occasion about leaving him and our calling and cleansing meself of the sin we partake in every minute o' every day… but I can't leave him. Without Connor, I don't know if I could breathe, to tell you the truth. I believe in us, and I believe if God really loves me twin and I, then he can accept our situation (I suppose you could call it that).

Somewhere in his smile he knows,
That I don't need no other lover.
Something in his style that shows me…

Oh fuck, there I gone an' done it. Connor's warm eyes open sleepily, and he has caught me starin' all right. We are still both silent, but he looks at me with such tenderness and smiles so sweetly. Me body reacts as if I have no choice: As if by some unseen power, me legs stride over to the now wakened body, and I can't help but touch his hair softly. "Love," he whispers and rests his hand on me own, "Little fuckin' creepy waking up an' seeing ya watchin' me at night." He grins as I crawl behind him, wrapping me arms around that sweet, lean body. Jackass, he is, but I love me brotherly dearly.

Something, not sure what, but something lets me know he feels the same.