Spot didn't even register the first blow.
He was watching a girl.
Pretty girls were such a temptation. And this one was amazing.
But after the first blow his opponent didn't have a chance. The boy challenging him was beaten in minutes, now he was alone again. The feeling didn't leave him. He moved away from his fallen advasarie to look for a girl.
Not the one who he'd been watching.
The only girl in the city of New York who is as alone as him.
She is waiting for him.
He grips her tight, desperate to feel. His kisses are as caring as he allows himself to be. She gulps under him, kissing him back.
They are desperate together.
His tears are his kisses.
He kisses hot and hard.
She knows and strokes his face.
Heis using her.
She is using him.
They are desperate.
Alone they are strong.
Together they are desperate.
Together they are weak.
He gulps and kisses her once more, they meet to have sex.
To be desperate.
Disclaimer: Me no own.
Author's notes. That was weird. I like it though. I like how its half poem half story. I tried to examine a bit of Spot.
