Our Room

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It's the last night before winter holiday

And though we'll be together the next two weeks

We won't be able to be together

Not really

Not the way we are now

And so, we wrote home

Gave our families excuses

Excuses to stay an extra night

An extra night when no one's around

Roommates are gone

Barty, gone

Amycus, gone

... Mulciber, gone

And now it's just you and I,

You and I,

Grasping hungrily for one another in the darkness of our room

The kisses; passionate, thirsting

As we fall into your bed and onto one another

I feel your palms dragging their way down the length of my chest

As you pause and fiddle with the drawstrings of my bottoms

And I gasp to you

I gasp, I nod, you smile

And in this moment

I'm not cool

And I'm not calm

... I'm a frantic flustered mess

You've tugged them down now

Your hands have found me now

My head, thrown back against the pillow now

As you stroke and kiss

But nothing compares to the whispers you lavish upon me;

Your praise for my body,

Your proclamations of how much you want this,

Your desperation to feel me

Really, truly feel me

My fingers tangling in your hair

My back arching as your mouth finds its way onto me

Onto me, around me

It's not mere sucking, kissing, stroking,

But rather heaven

Heaven

You deliver me heaven

And when I fall back to earth

I scramble,

Flip you onto your back,

And deliver unto you the same

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