"Do you like that?"
"…Yes."
Pressed tight to the wall, I breathe my ascent.
He cajoles me, pressing ever tighter.
Waves of heat crash against my insides, and
I shatter.
I'd bite my lip to stifle my answering call,
Were I not already tipping back my head to lap
At him with an eager tongue.
He lays me down gently, and I open myself to him.
A sacrifice on the altar of lust.
Anticipation long since gave way to sensations,
Both new and old.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I always imagined
It would be like this.
Broken disjointed feelings, long dust and forgotten
Suddenly burst into living color, breathing life into my
Aching lungs, and limbs.
"Don't fall in love." He says.
I would have laughed,
But in that moment, however brief,
I was his alone to possess.
Possess me he did, moving with and against me
With knowing purpose.
He is a god, and I am simply a means
To a sinful end.
How appropriate.
Blinded and deafened,
I am touch, only.
He fills me,
Leaves me wanting at his withdrawal,
Only to sink deeper, and
I feel a nearly overwhelming urge to
Scream, and pant, and writhe, and shatter.
Again and again, I lose my grip, my air, my senses, myself.
Fire races through my veins igniting my very soul.
Thunder rumbles in my stomach.
That night was full of magic, and the fire burns in me still.
"Don't fall in love." He said.
I didn't, couldn't, because I already had, before
I even knew what it meant.
Because of him I can know it again.
Strange to find something so profound right
In the middle of something so meaningless.
Except it wasn't. At night he's still with me glowing
Like a beacon of hope,
And I still hear him say: "Don't fall in love."
