"I have a friend who loves how he fucks. Raw, and hard, and fast. He works as a lifeguard in the summer but still can't stop himself from diving head first into the shallowest parts of everybody he touches. He doesn't like to talk about the scars on his body in places he can't reach but he doesn't mind if you drag your nails down his spine while he avoids staring into your eyes. He says he's in love with a girl back home but his forehead is resting against mine as his thumb traces my lips. He says he can't wait to go home to see her and I wonder if she knows about the nights we danced on the railroad tracks, silently hoping for a train to make this decision for us but none ever came screaming. She's inspiring, he says. A real inspiration, he says. Makes him want to be a better person, he says with a smile and a fistful of my hair. He keeps a Bible next to his bed; I have woken up next to it far too many times now. He says he is praying for me, as if his God is stronger than my passion is, as if he doesn't know I could build skyscrapers with everything I feel for him. I have a friend who loves in the same way he wakes up in the morning. Abruptly, and harshly, and with all the blood rushing to his head. He doesn't know why he's like this, he says, his breath hot and sticky against the bottom of my ear. I want to kiss him the same way a pipe bomb needs to explode, but I don't move an inch. I want him to leave so I don't have to rely on the heat he radiates to rock me to sleep, but I don't say a word. He is so warm on the outside; I can only imagine the icicles thawing where his heart beats for the girl back home."
-C (K.P.K)
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