Tonight the world ends in the trails of rain on the window.
“Would you like to…?”
No, I don’t. Still, I nod. If we want to find each other, once more, I must give something, as well.
His body must force my legs open at every thrust. The way his sides brush against my thighs draws me crazy (I could never fuck a hairless man), but my pride forbids me to let him know.
Eyes wide shut, I spread my arms in crucifixion, grabbing the sheets. My nails cling to the mattress’s hemstitch, in search for a searching for something to hold on to as my body loses consistency. He’s good at it, he’s always been, but this distance between us has turned him into a stranger - into a dream.
He’s never fucked me this way. He must have learned it with - her. I instantly regret the thought. If I can try forgiving his treason, I can’t forgive him for putting me in competition with her. I offer my breasts to his lips just in the effort to outdo her.