Half-formed sentences roll off my lips
A deep breath, a gasp
Pleasure, a pause
Rolling in the darkness of late night
My hands trail along your skin, smooth
Except where my hand meets hair
I wake in the middle of the night
Just enough light to make out a silhouette
Even in outline I can see your beauty
I lie there, listening to your breathing
I rub my hand across your chest and let it rest
Lying inert on your breast
I feel your heart
I close my eyes
Sleep
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About Me
- Conor W.
- Texas
- A young man living in North Texas. He is an actor, a Hellenistos, and a proud member of Hellenion.
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